Mask Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

“Tell me where my mother is.” Victor’s smirk widened. “Now where’s the fun in that? But since you’re so eager for answers, I’ll give you a hint: the truth isn’t as black and white as you think. Sometimes, the villain wears the hero’s mask.” “What the hell does that mean?” Rowan snapped. Victor’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Figure it out. If you can.” With that, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving us with more questions than answers.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

His well-defined face was concealed under a black ancient Greek warrior gladiator mask. This man was called the Alpha and he was the leader of the lethal gang. Like a professional swindler, Phoenix speedily passed on the red diamond to him, giving him a furtive wink as she walked away. "Phoenix, he is all yours. I'm ready to take the show on the road." A sexy female voice known by her code name, Venus, affirmed on the other end of the phone. Venus walked seductively toward the Alpha. Her angelic face was partly covered by a purple Venetian carnival mask, with her blond delicate hair cascading down her shoulders.

His world had shrunk to the four walls of her domain and the sound of her voice. The night of the masquerade arrived. Julianna handed him his costume: a tailored black tuxedo. It felt alien against his skin, a costume in every sense. She herself was a vision of terrifying beauty. She wore a gown of deep crimson, the colour of fresh blood, and a silver mask that covered the upper half of her face, shaped like the elegant, spreading wings of a raven. She didn’t need a mask to be intimidating, but it made her look like a goddess of vengeance.

They were all masked… They moved like shadows through the perimeter woods black tactical gear, balaclavas, suppressed rifles slung low. Aurora’s mask felt suffocating; the eye holes narrowed her world to a tunnel of green night-vision and her own ragged breathing. The knife strapped to her thigh weighed like guilt. Vincenzo signaled halt at the tree line. The estate sprawled below: high stone walls, floodlights sweeping slow arcs, patrols every ninety seconds and General Puro’s soldiers…. Vincenzo turned to her. Even through the mask…. . “One clean slice across the right shoulder. Deep enough to bleed heavy, shallow enough he lives. Then we drop the letter and ghost.”He muttered.

And yet, when I passed him in the corridor, when his cologne lingered faintly in the air, when his voice cut through a meeting with calm authority, I had to fight to remember why I hated him. Worse, I wasn’t sure the mask was protecting me from him anymore. It felt like he was already looking past it. Damn! I hate him with passion. Damien POV I’d seen a hundred employees wear masks. Some wore masks of ambition, always smiling at the right people, always volunteering for the right projects. Others wore masks of loyalty, nodding along with whatever they thought I wanted to hear. But Mara Vance… hers was different. It wasn’t ambition. It wasn’t flattery. It was armor.

That's why his wife was gullible and pure because of his strict discipline but it didn't mean Vladimir couldn't sniff that bastard's own selfish reasons. The bastard only thinks about himself. Rose felt a tug at her hand as Vladimir took her hand and kissed the back of it. Then He placed her Mask on her palm. “This will help to suppress your anxiety, Babochka. But remember you are beside the most powerful and fearful mafia boss among the vultures present here today. Raise your head, be confident, stay away from other men and stick to my side. And we are all good!” Rose licked her lip and nodded slowly. She stared at the black and metallic gold mask with small feathers on the top which covere

I could hear it pumping hard against my chest like I just ran a thousand miles. Venar glared at me, his hand raising to touch my face. He felt the texture of the skunk mask and hatred began to emanate from his unscathed eye as he struggled to speak. “You..have been wearing a skin mask. You are so full of tricks.” I let out a dark chuckle as I looked down from his bloody face to where my dagger was deeply thrust. Smirking, I dragged the sharp blade through his lungs and ribs, feeling the warm rush of life slipping away.

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.