Mask Of The Blue Falcon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She moved gracefully, her gaze steady as it swept over the camels and the men alike. Joya was draped in a blue hijab, carefully wrapped around her hair and drawn over her nose, almost like a veil shaped into a mask. It concealed her features, leaving only her eyes exposed. Those doe blue eyes had a striking likeness to it, framed by long, dark lashes that drew attention without effort. Beneath the blue folds, she wore a black gown that fell in long, modest lines, its sleeves covering her arms completely. The dark fabric complemented the slender golden bracelet resting against her wrist, catching the light whenever she moved.

Not a sign of life anywhere. They landed in the second ring, the inner zone. "We're here," Nathaniel said as Ark Two came into view. He handed Hayley two masks. "This is Ark One's insignia. Everyone attending the auction has to wear a mask representing their base." The masks he gave her were green. Hayley nodded and passed one to Griffin. They all put on the green masks. The helicopter touched down. Nathaniel stepped out first. Then Hayley followed, holding the dogs' leashes. Griffin and the rest of the group poured out behind her in one noisy wave.

Blue stared at her as she did so, his heart racing. He froze when he noticed Katleya’s hand trembling as she looked at him with wide eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” “R-Red?” she asked. “Looking for my twin? Too bad.” “Your mole is gone.” “G-Gone?!” Blue shouted. Grabbing his phone, he checked his face using the camera. Katleya’s eyes widened as she noticed the word “Red” written on the back of his phone case. Blue examined his reflection, scratching his head when he saw the fake mole was gone.

They came from the dozens and dozens of flying monsters. "Heavens.." Nirvana mumbled, her pace slowing and eyes darting. The wing beats and shireks of hundred of dark raptors was discomforting. Terrifying even. But like a moth to a flame, Malakai stood there. Relishing it. He wore a sleeveless tunic that outlined his upper body too well. Thick veins crawled throughout his arms, but something was perched on one. A white owl. It stood out amid the darkness hovering in the air with its feathers like snow.

My eyes started to wander around. Suddenly, it stopped at the sight a man dressed as Zee described. Tall, slender stature, a gold watch, the silver brooch and everything... it was Rafael, I was certain. He only stood there eyes locking with mine, hands tucked in his pocket, that slim diamond neck chain that drove attention to his open chest. On his face was a black Venetian mask with gold designs on it, covering half his face just like mine, but unlike his mine had feathers.

To his right stood Varian. Varian was a blade of a man—all sharp angles and polished coldness. His hair, the color of iron; his eyes, the grey of a winter sea. He wore the obsidian and silver of the Shadowfang pack, but his insignia was different: a stylized hawk in flight, my father’s personal mark. He did not smile. His gaze swept the room, and when it landed on us, it was not a look but an assessment, a measuring of worth and weakness.

It kept my hands and my mind busy as I focused on the tasks and perfecting it to a T. Franklin is sitting in my rocking chair and hanging up on the wall is my two dress options. One a dark sapphire blue and the other is white with gold glitter throughout it. I know if I wear that one that it’ll make me shine when the light hits me. The urge to stay hidden in the shadows is strong that I reach for the blue one, but Franklin says, “That one has silver sparkles in it. Either way, you will shine. You are wearing a mask, try not to worry so much, Q.” I ask, “Which do you think I should wear?”

she asked with concern. "I saw him...I saw him...," I said, trembling with emotion. "I saw the father of my children. I saw my baby's father," I managed to say, my voice cracking. Amelia's eyes widened in shock. "What? Who did you see? Where?" she asked, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I took a deep breath before sharing my story with Amelia. I told her I had seen the mysterious masked man we had all been looking for, and shockingly, I recognised him. As I spoke, my tears flowed freely, and Amelia listened intently, offering words of comfort and support.

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

Kade stepped past me, his massive palm gripping Rafe’s hand in a tight, crushing warrior squeeze. Time for my wolf to clear out. “Well, I need to track over to Malakai's gates. Tavon, make sure you mind-link me the second that blanket is pulled from the vaults. It needs to carry the exact shade of deep cerulean blue,” I ordered smoothly, giving Kade a hidden, wicked look. “Rafe, I’ll leave you to your business. Have a grand morning, gentlemen!” I waved a hand at the pair of them and rapidly sliced through the pelt exit into the fresh air. I kept the pleasant smile plastered firm across my jawline just in case any of Niall’s hidden scouts were tracking my steps from the trees.