Mask Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

Celine POV The building looked exactly the same. Glass. Steel. My reflection walking toward it, small against all that height. I stopped at the entrance and made myself breathe. “I can do this,” I whispered. “For Aria.” The lobby was colder than I remembered. Marble floors, the click of my heels too loud in the silence. A security guard looked up from the front desk and froze when he saw my face. “Miss Russo?” I didn’t answer. I just kept walking. “Miss Russo, you can’t just—”

But in that moment, something in me flinched away from it — some instinct that said not yet, not like this, not with her blood still under your fingernails — and instead of lifting the lid, I wrapped the box in an old cloth and tucked it deep into the bottom of my travel bag, beneath the two dresses and the small purse of coins that were now, apparently, everything I owned in the world. There would be time for the truth. Tonight, I needed to survive being alone. It was only as I was folding the second dress that my fingers brushed the back of my neck — an old, unconscious habit — and I stopped. There's a tattoo. At the back of your neck. Half of a heart, drawn in black. I hadn't thought to l

Hidden seamlessly within the lining of the velvet was a layer of carbon-nanotube armor, capable of stopping a high-caliber bullet. She picked up her mask—a delicate, silver filigree piece that covered the upper half of her face, adorned with black diamonds. "You look dangerous." Zara turned. Ethan leaned against the doorframe of the suite. He was breathtaking. He wore an immaculate, tailored black tuxedo, a stark contrast to the silver masquerade mask resting in his hands. He leaned casually on his silver-tipped cane, though Zara knew the cane concealed a high-voltage shock baton.

It reminded me of the reason I needed to remain hidden, the reason I killed my foster parents in the first place. I rushed to my room, slid into my vengeance suit, and a shiny shoe as normal, my mask was officially on. I was ready to play a good citizen again. I arranged my black tie, making sure it fits perfectly. What's a better way to celebrate a burial other than setting a crime later. I'm coming for you, Rebecca, I'm coming for you. Soon his house greeted me welcome, and here the difficult part of the plan came but I was beyond fear now, almost completely reckless. I had almost forgotten my fingers. I shouldn't be sloppy now, not when I'm closer to framing him, not now.

Marcus had been killed on Alpha Kael's orders. Everything else-the kindness, the honor, the genuine grief-was just the mask that powerful men wore to hide their sins. She had to believe that. Had to hold onto her rage and her purpose. Because if she was wrong... No. She wasn't wrong. She couldn't be wrong. She wouldn't let doubt destroy her now. Sera turned away from Marcus's photo and stared at the ceiling, forcing her mind back to planning, to strategy, to the careful calculation of revenge.

Vyaaghra moved straight to their defense. The mask man was a bit taken aback to learn that Vyaaghra was truly defending those who had invaded their community and was prepared to murder him in order to keep them safe. The mask guy dropped his weapon and gave Vyaaghra a very angry expression. "Vyaaghra Pay attention, it's me. You can't seem to recall my voice. Don't be upset with me; I won't hurt them." Vyaaghra seemed to be wishing to murder the guy wearing the mask and was still filled with rage.

I twisted my hair into a loose updo, dabbed red lipstick on my lips, and waited by the window, watching snowflakes dust the street. His SUV pulled up right on time, engine purring like a predator. Vic leaned over to open the door, eyes raking me from head to toe. “Damn, Selena. You'll have them popping cocks early.” He said, handing me a mask, it was a black lace, Venetian style, covering half my face. “The theme is masquerade. Keep it anonymous.” I tied it on, the anonymity sending an illicit thrill up my spine.

“You move, she dies.” Venus whimpered, but she was trying to be brave. Her hazel eyes locked onto mine, silently assuring me that she'll be okay. I swallowed down the beast’s growl crawling up my throat and kept my voice level. “Easy,” I said slowly, my hands still raised, my every instinct screaming at me to rip this guy to shreds. “You’re clearly not just some common thug. You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.” The masked man didn’t respond immediately. His stance was tight, blade steady, but the slight twitch of his fingers told me he was on edge. Good. That was my window.

Similarly, he wore a mask that was similar to the other Night Empire warriors with the only difference being the silver and purple detailing that signified his position. The face mask was a three-dimensional Dragon face made of light weight, highly impact resistant metal, black in colour with its features detailed in purple and silver, where the only exposed part was the eyes; the area of the mouth had a mechanical contraption that moved with the jaw movement and also allowed intake of food and drinks without having to be taken off. The other peculiarity of the mask was that it was fastened at the neck and could only be taken off by the fingerprint of the owner or his superior from the Night

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face