Mask Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

The voice said with a noticeable pout to the tone. “You know my aunt? Please, just tell me who you are and how to get the fuck out of here.” That’s when a bright light flashed and a woman stood before me; her beautiful russet, reddish-brown skin, her almond-shaped brown eyes that looked like pools of chocolate, and her raven black hair framed her oval-shaped face. She was draped in a simple white dress that was reminiscent of a Greek goddess. Her dusky pink lips were set in a frown.

Nothing is private anymore. In front of her was the man who asked for a hand in marriage to Duke Raziel. He had his usual blue tailored suit that hung his body perfectly. He had his mask on his face that covered his nose and lips, but his infamous red eyes were staring at her, his black hair shining as the sun glistened from the window. She couldn’t read his face as he remained stoic. He was always wearing a mask to cover part of his face for unknown reasons. They said it was because he hides his ugly scar somewhere on the cheek...that he was a beast and the strongest...Well...that’s what the rumors say about him.

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

Inside the glass car, the silence was thick, heavy, and resonant. Vance stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his black tailored jacket thrown over one shoulder, his white dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His broad knuckles were bruised and split from the violence of the docks, but his face remained an unreadable mask of absolute, terrifying victory.

Remember your mission. She finally breathed easily when she heard the door close, imagining a mask to shroud the deep sadness that was dragging her down. She was determined to get revenge, to see justice served. She may not know who she truly was, but she had a name now, the Mask Princess, and nothing was going to stop her.

We were standing on the absolute edge of a knife, dressed in silk and leather, waiting for a monster to bite. A heavy, measured footstep sounded on the hardwood floor behind me, and the oxygen in the bedroom immediately thinned. Victor materialized in the reflection of the mirror, stepping out of the shadows of the hallway. He wore a flawlessly tailored, three-piece black suit, the jacket cut with a terrifying precision that emphasized the massive, immovable breadth of his shoulders. But it was his face that stripped the remaining breath directly from my lungs. His mask was a stark, unadorned sweep of molded matte-black leather that concealed the upper half of his features, leaving only the

As he reached the specified room, he paused, taking a deep breath before quietly opening the door. Inside, the room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls. The smell of stale cigarettes lingered in the air. Vincenzo’s eyes quickly adjusted to the gloom, landing on a figure standing with his back to him, gazing out of the window. The man wore a mask that covered half of his face, a masquerade mask with intricate designs and piercing blue eyes that shone with a cold light. Vincenzo pointed his gun, the cold metal steady in his grip. "Are you the brother I’ve been looking for?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

The mask of John was not just a disguise; it was a symbol of my rebirth, a shield that would deflect his sinister intentions and reveal the truth he so desperately tried to bury. I refuse to be a pawn in his game any longer. The mask that concealed my true self also fortified my determination, a reminder that I was more than just a victim of his treachery. I was a force to be reckoned with, a storm gathering strength and waiting to strike back with a vengeance.

Tears were running down from her eyes. "NO ……Alpha Ralph," Alexandria heard her mother's scream. Everyone turned their heads and Aereza witnessed a masked man clutching the neck of Alpha Ralph's half unconscious bleeding body. Aereza witnessed that masked man snapping his eyes straight towards her direction. A tendril of chill ran down her spine when her gaze met with those familiar glowing amber orbs of that masked man and she immediately understood who it was……. DARREN VENZOR…..

His head shook before the words even came. "I – I don't know his name." Kael didn't react. "Try again." "I swear," Vance choked out, dragging a hand over his face. "He came at night. I never saw his face." Something in my chest tightened. "How did he hide it?" I asked, stepping closer to the bars. "A hood? A cloak?" Vance swallowed hard. "A mask." The word hung there. "What kind?" I pressed. His gaze lifted to mine, wide and unfocused, like he was seeing it again. "Black. Like the feathers." His voice dropped. "No features. Just… holes for the eyes."