Masked Goddess Novels & Stories

Then she’d lifted her neck in submission, showing me that she is ready to wear my mark for the rest of her life, and I could wait anymore. As soon as Marrok's canines enter her neck, I felt her power. Goddess, her power is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I have been blessed by the Moon Goddess with a mate as strong as I am, possibly even stronger. It makes me so proud to be deserving of a woman like Sloane.

Alpha Cyras stood with two others—Maeron of Ridgefall and a third figure cloaked in white. They surrounded a capsule, glass-reinforced and humming with suppressed energy. Inside floated a woman—barefoot, hair drifting like ink in water, lips stained red, her body wrapped in silver mesh that pulsed with runes. Cyras crossed his arms. “Are you sure she’ll obey?” The cloaked figure laughed. “Obey? She’s not a dog, Cyras. She’s a ghost. A weapon. A widow of the old war. You don’t command her. You unleash her.”

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.

"I never said it was you, but you just admitted to it. That's a little boring." It took a moment for everyone to process what had just happened, and their jaws dropped. The person they had always seen as gentle, bright, and reliable was suddenly exposed in a way none of them had imagined. Before Zachary could say anything else, Melissa grabbed her bag and stood up. He reached out to stop her and tried to explain, but she slapped him twice before turning and leaving. That should have been the end of it, but Vexana couldn't sit still any longer. She stood up as well, her expression tense and flustered.

What in the name of the Moon Goddess is going on? Around her neck was a thin chain, almost imperceptible, with a single sapphire pendant that mirrored the striking blue of her eyes—eyes that could pierce through the hardest of men, but not me. Not today. I imagined fisting her long, white curly hair while I made her scream senseless prayers to the Moon Goddess as I trapped her somewhere beneath me. Each curl framed her diamond-shaped face perfectly, making her appear softer, almost angelic. But I knew better. That angelic face was nothing more than a mask. A mask hiding the chaos she'd already brought into my life.

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

One of the girls laughed, “You will see, everyone stays away from us.” They could still be recognized though. She saw Bonbon watching her. “We sometimes wear masks,” she said, looking at Ilyria. “Madame Skia likes it when we do that. She says it adds to our allure.” “Oh, I still have the Goddess mask from the party last month!” said Miasma, “Good idea, Bonbon. Kitten, I have the perfect mask for you.” Bonbon cast Ilyria a glance that said she meant to talk further with her. Then they set off for the dressing quarters to find masks for their excursion.

A tradition older than any living student, where anything could flit freely behind masks and alliances were formed or broken under the influence of chandeliers. I wore a black gown, simple and soft, with sheer sleeves embroidered with tiny silver threads like constellations. Talia helped me pin my hair up, leaving curls to frame my face before she tied the velvet ribbon of my mask behind my head. “You look…ethereal,” she whispered. “Like a ghost?” I teased. She smiled sadly. “No. Like the Moon Goddess .” She teased. I found Alex near the marble staircase, dressed in an emerald gown that hugged her curves, her mask golden with glittering green gemstones. She looked like royalty. Nova, Liva, a