Mask Of The Blue Falcon Novels & Stories

Falcon was smiling as she delved inside her pocket and pulled out the creepy smiling mask that was bloodier than usual. That bloodier mask was the official battle mask. Her taste was really one of a kind. “... her nature? Who?” Sabrina’s clog was working hard to reconnect all of her cell's brain. “Ah, you mean Eagle?” Falcon gave a brief nod without looking at her. “Yeah, if so, it does make sense.” Eagle was a bloodsucker. If she took over the body in this condition - where the blood was spilled everywhere without reservation - she would lose it. Her body wouldn’t withstand and be reduced into a monster that Shadow, Falcon, and Black Shadow tried very hard to preserve.

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

Marcello’s eyes widen, his body instinctively recoiling despite the restraints. “Let’s make sure you never forget who owns you,” I sneer, pressing the searing tip of the poker against his chest. He thrashes violently, but a guard pins him in place as I carve the De Luca crest into his skin. The hiss of flesh burning beneath the metal mingles with his guttural cries, the acrid stench nearly overwhelming. When I pull the poker away, the symbol is clear, raw, and blistered. “Now there’s no doubt about who you belong to,” I say, leaning down to meet his tear-streaked gaze.

ADELINA'S POV My heart was racing and pounding against my rib cage. Viktor stopped as if he suddenly remembered something. He reached out for his breast pocket and finally pulled out a blue mask which matched his suit. A mask, "Is this a mask ball?" I asked. "Yeah, I almost forgot." Viktor chimed before pulling out a light blue mask decorated with silver and small gemstones, contrasting his royal blue mask decorated with gold lines. My brows furrowed, the others we walked past didn't have a mask on or would they put it on before stepping into the room.

We were wearing the traditional kilts of Scotland, but ours were blue and gray because those were my colors. “Do we have time for a drink?” I asked him, and he smiled. “You can have one with your father, he’s on his way up,” Falcon said, as he turned at the door. “See you out front when you’re done.” Kiran walked in as Falcon walked out of my room. He was dressed in a black suit, which made his eyes seem bluer. He exuded confidence and power and he studied me for a while as I put my jacket on, then turned towards him.

Bri just smiled, catching herself in the mirror. Bri I found myself staring at a me I didn’t recognize. I was staring back at a woman who was strong and bold. One with fire in her veins and a heart full of love. Celeste handed me my mask. A beautifully crafted piece, its silver glittered and shone in the light. The designs were cut out so my skin would peak through but my identity would be hidden. The fleur de lis on my brow, the sweeps and swirls of floral designs were etched gracefully, each side the same as the other. White feathers accented the tips of the ears while crystals adorned the brow, in the center and in strategic places across the design. Sweeps and curls depicting whiskers wo

he ordered, and then he was gone, swallowed by the crowd. I was suddenly alone like a shadow in this room. A man in a magnificent raven mask, embroidered with real feathers suddenly appeared at my elbow. Alistair Thorne. "A stunning choice of color," he purred, his voice deep and vaguely familiar. "Stunning. Unexpected." He added and I replayed Valerian’s briefing in my head. "It's just blue," I said, my voice cool. "Your feathers are more impressive. Are they from your own birds?" I asked bating him and he fell for it because he immediately puffed his chest.

They wore a mask, so they wouldn’t attract attention while getting inside the location. Rieska wore a swirling black gown accented with silver, her dark mask sculpted like a raven, covering the upper half of her face. She let her hair flowed loosely with small braids on each side of her ear. And Zenus in his black armor and mask of a black panther. His twin swords were resting on his back. In comparison, Eleand chose a high collar black jacket with gold embroidery. His delicate gold mask carved a dragon’s head. He was confident in his faerie form minus the wings.

She shrugged it off, focusing instead on her previous job; admiring his handsome look. She had personally picked out his outfit. His usual go to colour was black which suited him perfectly and accentuated his hard features and which she loved on him but today, she made him step out of his comfort zone. He was putting on blue, sky blue kaftan with a very light blue glittering shawl around his neck. Blue for the bright blue sky, blue for the ancient Virgin Queen Mary, blue for the Moon goddess, blue for the clear crisp waters of rebirth, blue for a new glorious beginning.

“But now you have me a little worried about the possibility of weird people hidden behind all this sophistication. “With how beautiful you look all sorts of people are going to flock around you either way,” she chuckled motioning to myself. In all honestly I had to agree with her. The dress that she had brought me had been a beautiful royal blue. The material soft as silk with beads and laces sewn to the hem and a bodice that framed my breast and then rounded around my neck in a halter. The back was completely bare but covered by my long hair curled with a braided crown put together with pearl pins. The mask was a butterfly shaped blue and black with pearls stuck to it. The material shining