Mask Of The Blue Falcon の小説・ストーリー

“Alpha, the picture isn’t the best quality, however, the person came through the window. I'm not sure how the culprit bypassed the security system, but it was bypassed, which is why the alarm didn’t go off and alert anyone.” Rebel leans in and she looks closer. “Can you replay it?” I look closely at my mate. She is seeing something. “What is it?” “I’m not sure, but doesn’t it look like the same emblem from Blue Moon?” She points to the shape of the badge holding the cloak together of the culprit. Son of a bitch. It’s the same fucking shape. “FUCK!” I growl. I turn to everyone, “This was Blue Moon. That bastard Kaden has a fucking death wish!” I snarl.

"It's okay. I can't say it makes sense, but I will try to be out of trouble. Be a bigger person in all of this..." "You guys should get a room." A very unfamiliar voice boomed not far from us and I felt Verzi tensing. They slowly untangled themselves from me and stood protectively by my side, inching closer and closer to me. I glanced up at the intruder who busted out the bubble to find a guy in a three-piece grey suit with a red mask on. His eyes were a very deep shade of blue and I am sure he had contacts, there are no such blue eyes in this world. He was lean, a bit shorter than the twins who were bulky, and hand an eagle tattoo protruding on his neck, its wings spreading right from his A

But all the stories in the world couldn't have prepared me for the pure fear that coursed through my veins as his crimson eyes settled on me after scanning the crowd around us. Everyone was quiet as if all were holding their breath, waiting to see the outcome. Of course, I wanted to see their reactions and faces, but I knew now I couldn't look away, not if I wanted to leave here with my life. Falkoor was bigger than Mildred's dragon, his scales an ice blue that matched the colour of the clear skies. His long nails dug into the soil, ripping the grass as he stretched his giant wings. They looked like they were tipped with ice shards and most likely just as sharp as the long spikes that travel

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

Then someone cleared their throat behind him, and I raised my head with a frown to see who wouldn't let me and Charlie have our moment. "Falcon?!" I gasped. "In the flesh." She replied with a bow. A lot of questions flooded my mind, I wanted answers to a lot of questions, but her face told me this wasn't the place for that. "We have to get going before reinforcement or another Collector gets here." She stated. "Let's not waste time then." A man standing next to her nodded. He was big, buff, covered in tattoos, and he had a mask on that covered his face.

"They were made by a male from the moon realm. Sorry, I forgot to tell you about him..." Lylah's eyes went wide. "There's someone from the moon realm here?" Just then, a voice echoed from behind. "Lylah?" Lylah's head snapped back, her eyes widening as she stared at the familiar tall, muscular male clad in a grey tunic with straps holding his weapon. He now had a beard around his chin, giving him a more mature look. Those scars she recognized were still there. "Falcon?" she whispered in shock. “Lylah,” Falcon repeated, while Lylah looked like someone who had just seen a ghost.

Naomi stepped back and studied her work. “I’m done,” she said, holding out a blue mask. I frowned. “What’s this for?” “You’re the flavour of the evening,” she explained. “Masks make buyers curious. Mystery sells.” I hesitated before slipping it on. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognised myself. The woman staring back looked polished, beautiful even, but distant. The blue mask hid half my face, turning me into someone else. “Good luck,” Naomi said softly. “Tonight, your name is Blue.”

She wore a fox mask adorned with red feathers, revealing a cunning smile and dark brown eyes that blazed with a playful fire. Kline looked beautiful and mysterious in a midnight blue silk long dress that flowed with her every movement. She wore a moth mask adorned with blue crystals, revealing blue eyes that looked calm but held a captivating sadness. And Lalisa… that night she was the brightest star. She was in a pure white strapless long dress adorned with pearls and lace. It made her look like a beautiful and fragile swan princess. She wore a white swan mask adorned with soft feathers, revealing only her full lips and large, round eyes that sparkled with nervousness and excitement.

(Damon’s P‍OV) The signa⁠l hits my phone like a pulse through my chest. It’s‍ faint, almost imperce⁠ptible,⁠ bu‌ried under static,⁠ but I recognize‍ the r‌h‌y⁠thm immedi‌ately. The falcon e‍m‍b‌lem.‌ The vent. Aria. I bare‌ly think. I move.