Masks From The Town Novels & Stories

I snuck out of the palace disguised as a maid and when I was faraway from the palace and the noble homes, I boarded a coach that was going to Daffodil’s hometown. Daffodil’s town was rather small but it was packed with people. I wondered if there was some sort of celebration happening in the town tonight as everyone appeared to be donned in some sort of custom. I hated that I looked out of place in the plain dress I had stolen from the maid’s closet so I bought a mask from a kiosk nearby. The lady in the kiosk kept staring at my face and it made me feel rather uncomfortable. I wanted to tell her that it was rude to stare but I had to keep my words at the minimum because I did not want my acc

But I couldn't help but marvel at the artistry and creativity of their outfits. Now, some of the fellows who had come with me from my community also brought masks. But theirs were way prettier than the average werewolf’s. The masks were like miniature masterpieces, each one unique in design and color, from delicate lace veils to ornate, feathered creations. They added an air of mystery and intrigue to the party, veiling the identities of the guests and enhancing the allure of the evening.

I looked at my girls and wore the mask again after years of hiding it in our closet. “Mommy it fits you!” Chelsey pointed the mirror to my side. I smiled at the girl in the mirror before looking back at my family. “Guys, let me tell you a story of a girl behind the mask.” The end. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ethan and Jessy's story is now out! Just search My little secrets...

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

/ [Awww… I forgot about that…] Later that night, instead of returning to the bunk, everyone took their ventilation masks, then headed towards the military gates. “Masks on!” The order rang throughout the holding area. Angie wore the mask that covered half of her face and was a snug fit. It felt like she was wearing diving goggles, except that this was made for the bottom half of the face. Even the appearance reminded her of it. A transparent plastic was used so that one’s mouth could still be seen. Once the gatekeepers made sure that everyone had their masks on, they opened the gates. Ash and dust instantly blew into the holding area. The air stank like rubbish that was abandoned for months.

On their way out, he snatched up two Alphas' masks and handed her one. "They take a bit to get used to, but hopefully they give us an advantage." She scrunched her nose. "This is kind of gross. There were dead people breathing in these before us." "Just put it on. It also makes a good disguise." She gave him one more scrunchy face then slipped the mask over her head. They made it to the disintegrated front door. Beyond the iron gate, pod after pod arrived. Black-clad figures marched out of them and started up the walkway towards the house.

Goosebumps danced across my skin, and I surveyed the crowd as chills skittered down my spine. Everyone looked normal—just laughing, drinking, and playing carnival games.Except for one. A man in a masquerade mask trailed on our left. The mask was like those many people wore at the fair. But I caught his eyes, and they flashed red, for just a second. His predatory stare gave me no doubt that he was in league with the two who had attacked earlier in the town.

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

"Put this on." I accepted the mask from her with a delicate touch, my fingers gliding along its smooth edges. It was clear that this mask was our golden ticket into the party, as nearly everyone in attendance was adorned with one. A smile formed on my lips as I secured the mask in place. Without a word, Kate led the way towards the entrance of the party hall. As we walked, I couldn't help but notice the curious gazes of fellow partygoers. The intensity of their stares made me uneasy. I tried to reassure myself, suspecting that they were probably fixated on Kate, who had gone all out with her attire.

Once again in battle mode, the mask man became attentive and said, "Who are you?, attempting to mislead me? Tell me the truth as to how you found the community and how you slipped inside this house. Come on, speak up, or I'll kill you right away." This town was built covertly; no regular person is allowed entry, and each home has intense security measures in place. Doors only open when the resident of each home has been identified. 'How did these guys enter this house? 'The mask man speculated that they may have hurt Sakh and rendered her unconscious, at which point they might have entered. Ram moved quickly to shield his companion from the mask guy. "refusal of to even attempt to approach m