Michael Afton Bear Mask Novels & Stories

Inside: sleek, custom-designed masks that said we RSVP'd with style. I held one up, letting it catch the light like a prize. “This, my dear Ashton, is what cool looks like.” I handed them each a mask—bright, playful things in yellow, green, orange, and pink, all adorned with different floral patterns. Ashton held up his pink mask like it was a dead rat. “Why the hell did you give me pink?” he groaned, his face twisted in theatrical disgust. “Do I look like a girl to you?”

As I land on all fours I stretch out and shake my fur to get the rest of the skin and blood off. My bear's name is Yona. It's Cherokee for bear. Our mate stood there smiling like a lunatic. "Holy crap. This is amazing. You are so furry." She walked up and started running her hands through our dark brown fur. She didn’t even mind getting a bit of blood on her hands. It was mostly off but there was always a bit left. Humans were usually terrified of Yona. He has a huge scar on his right eyelid. Another scar on his side and a huge scar down the left side of his ribs. All from war. All from trying to defend his people and the people who stood up for him.

It was going to be a grand night. "No, we won't until you both put this on." Justin said from the front of the car. He turned around and handed something to each of them specifically. When they looked at it clearly, they saw that it was a beautiful mask on their hands. They both looked at it with a small confusion before sharing the same look with her. "Dominic or none of you told me it was a mask party. Why do we need to wear a mask?" Athena voiced out her confusion while looking back and forth between the mask and Justin.

hoping it would be my two best friends. I watched anxiously as the door opened and my smile reached my eyes when Kellen and Mike came through the door. I cast my glance at Mike sweeping down his body, happy to see he didn’t seem injured or have any repercussions from the bear attack. Kellen was first to reach me, kissing my temple and then moving back so Mike could do the same.

The sounds of cars driving by, and their horns interlaced with the cacophony of voices and footsteps created a background song to my self-declared movie. I lifted my head and gazed at the giant sign of the White-Angel company and a flood of warmth flowed in my stomach. —Today was day one of my revenge mission and I was very well prepared for it. I pushed back the Bayonetta glasses I had ordered over the weekend from A****n. They had been one of the basics for the office siren starter pack I had researched deeply on P*******t and which I had dressed accordingly. Over my pin-striped pencil skirt with the side front slit, I had worn a very tight-fitting white shirt which did not have any button

Amelia added dreamily and she squealed “I can’t waitttt!!!” ************** As the final sunset of the year dipped, party guests began trooping in to the Sinclair mansion while Anita stood at the door to welcome them, handing out specific mask to each person. That was the rule of the party, no two persons could have the same mask, but Anita had something else up the puffy sleeves of her black sequin dress. She stood expectantly, a bright smile plastered on her face as she handed out the masks, and hand written descriptions to the guys, but when Ethan and Jackson approached, her smile widened even more, alongside the sinister look playing on her face. She faced Jackson first, avoiding Ethan’s

The question is, will I survive? The guard suddenly rushes in. He points at me and throws me something, which I quickly catch. “Put that on. Alpha Zao wants to see that on you.” “What…is it?” I ask, standing up. “A mask? I don’t know,” he says with anger. I look at it. It’s a tasseled nose‑and‑mouth mask. The dangling tassels are made with rhinestones, and the bottom part curves into a V shape that frames my jaw and chin when I put it on.

“Where’s the mask?” Beckett looks around in the dark before reaching for a black mask lying in the dust. He beats it against his thigh before handing it to me. I slip it on, sighing as my eyesight adjusts. It’s simple–black silken fabric with eyeholes. It covers about a third of my face, but that’s all. I pull my black gloves out of the pocket of my leather jacket before hanging it on a rake, which promptly falls to the ground with a clang under the rain-soaked weight of it. “Get going,” Beckett rushes out.

It was time for part B of the plan. I would soon put an end to all of this. There was no way I would let them hurt Aurora or my little angel. I would keep her safe and protected no matter what I had to do. I picked up the skin-colored mask and wore it on my face. Soon, the person staring at me had a wheatish complexion, no scar, and a huge mole top of the lips. I put on blue contacts to complete the look. Pleased with my disguise, I prepared to leave…

"Not if he doesn't know that I'm gone." "If you want to buy something, just tell me and I will get it for you." "I want to do something personal." "From a scale of one to ten?" I hummed in thought. "Eleven." "Fine. I'll stall for you but be back before the break is over." "I promise." "Don't forget and carry a mask. It would be troublesome if you encountered fans without having security around." "Don't worry." I said and I pulled out a black mask from my pocket. "I know what to do, remember?"