Masked Goddess Novels & Stories

The other one covers her mouth and asks in a low tone, “Could it be that she is rather pregnant? Wow, that will be great news for the year. The ever-known virgin spinster is pregnant.” They arrive at the hospital and she is given a bed. And she is treated but her eyes aren’t open and they wait by the door when they see one of the band members come their way. He whispers into her elder brother’s ear, he looks at his younger brother and asks him to go and see the doctor to know if there were medicines that they needed to purchase. He agrees but looks at the two suspiciously, as soon as he turns the corner, the masked singer appears and the elder brother stops him when he is about to enter the

I couldn’t see his face. “You should have never tried to mess with me, woman. I am the Goddess. I am the destructor.” I heard a woman laughing like a maniac behind that illuminated source. Her face was masked behind the red light. Her long white hairs spread in all directions. She was huge, like huge huge. The scene changed and I saw a little girl crying. She had Auburn hairs. So cute. But tears strains beaded her cheeks. The girl looked familiar. Then another series of cries followed and I knew the source.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

The massive double doors had swung open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway, a woman, poised and elegant, with an air of mystery that seemed to draw everyone in. She wore a long, flowing gown that shimmered under the chandeliers, hugging her curves and swaying with each step as she moved into the room. But what really caught my attention was the mask she wore. Unlike the others, which were ornate and colorful, hers was a deep, shadowy black, adorned with silver accents. It covered most of her face, leaving only her visible eyes that seemed to pierce through the crowd as if searching for something, or someone.

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.

Not today. I closed my eyes. "Nathan, she possesses the power of the Moon Goddess. She needs to be inside right now!" His eyelids flickered for a second and he glanced at her. "No way!" He shook his head. "She's the moon wolf?!" He pointed at her. "Yes listen, Nathan—" "Are you stupid? I thought you were bringing in strays again, but you brought this dangerous hybrid to our doorstep?!" The veins at his neck bulged, threatening to tear out of his flesh.

Zara asked, handing me the diamante covered lilac mask which had been made to match the dress. I merely nodded, moving over to a silver panel on the citadel’s exterior wall so that I could use it as a mirror. My hair and makeup had been artfully done by Ally so that I resembled a succubus as long as you didn’t look too closely, my lips a rosey red and my skin looking utterly flawless. She had even plastered fake eyelashes on me and had finished them off with a thousand strokes of mascara. I carefully placed the mask on my face, trying not to mess up the stylish curls which Ally had twisted up and pinned into place.

Her robe flows around her like mist. Alpha Damon steps forward, the mask now covering his face. Interesting… I thought they only wore those masks in other pack territories. He clears his throat, and the Priestess finally, slowly turns to face us. Alongside eleven others, I stand still, not daring to make a sound. Her eyes are strange, ancient, almost glowing, and I doubt they’re mortal.

Ruby, upon hearing my voice, looked up from the policewoman's arms, her eyes swimming in tears. Her look was a tangled mess of emotions: fear, shame, but above all, a desperate hope, like she was clinging to a lifeline, and a barely perceptible flicker... A silent question, checking if I was sticking to the plan. Choking back sobs, she reached for me. "Honey... honey..." I moved quickly, brushing past Seth's scorching stare, and wrapped Ruby in my arms, shielding her from the prying lenses with my back, a fortress of protection.

Just masks. Porcelain. Obsidian. Crimson. Pearl. One of them rose his mask glinting like shattered gold. He lifted a hand. And slowly, invited her forward. She moved forward. The echo of her boots on the glass floor rang louder than any applause she’d ever heard, each step an accusation hurled at the masked tribunal surrounding her. The Founder in the gold-shattered mask extended a hand toward the central podium. A perfect circle, etched with runes and symbols Velvet’s real crest, hidden from all their branding.