Michael Afton Bear Mask Novels & Stories

Aiden, who had been in the middle of drinking, spat his drink out in shock. A long silence stretched between us before I finally exhaled slowly. I took a slow step forward, then another, until I stood between his wide-spread legs, feeling the weight of his gaze roam over me. His eyes gleamed with mischief, amusement, and something darker, something unreadable. “My Mini Bear,” he murmured, his lips curling into a smug smile. I tore my gaze away from him and looked around, suddenly hyperaware of the audience we had drawn. “What!!!” I exclaimed, wide-eyed.

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but I filed it away for later. To my surprise, some betas started handing out masks, which I had thought weren’t going to be a thing until after the auction. Nevertheless, I took one obviously meant for me, a mask with fierce wolf eyes and bared teeth, and Sarah took one without a wolf theme, something with rhinestones and feathers, and the auction began.

His eyes shifted onto the frowning lady. But seeing the look of sheer happiness on her son’s face made the mother draw a deep breath. Taking the white mask which symbolized peace and power—and by far the most used mask among the citizens—she gave the mask to her son as she rummage through her purse for a piece of bronze. “We’ll have this.” “Yes! Thank you, Mom! I will be a brave wolf so I can protect you forever!” His small limbs encased his mother’s waist with a hug as his hand held the mask with utmost care.

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

Maybe I needed to find out more about her gifts beyond her dressmaking. Wyatt came up beside me, took it from my hands, and placed it. Then securing it behind my head with the help of Issac. Pinning his eyes on me as he met mine in the mirror. were A blur of emotion, sadness, pride, love, resentment, and acceptance, not one was stronger than the other. Then in a blink of an eye, he masked himself, his hand resting on my shoulder in support. I covered his hand with mine as the men were handed their masks and Zoey hers. Wyatt and Beau's masks were pewter in color, like my dress and their handkerchiefs. They were simple yet elegant, mimicking natural fur with copper and bronze hews painted to c

Waiting for me to take my place. I locked eyes with Bear. He lifted the cup in his hand as a silent signal that he hadn’t done anything to cause problems. I don’t think he would lash out. Or do something deliberately. But since he knows nothing about the story. He could still do something by accident. As I took my place at the front with Fox and Bear at my sides. I took a glance at the men and women in front of me. Each wore a black mask carved into a different animal. Despite their masked faces. I knew what they looked like. Not just because I’m the author but because Raven knew their faces by heart.

His anger shifted into pure confusion. “A face mask?” “Yeah.” Ethan scratched his head, looking a bit sheepish. “I borrowed one from Manning.” “I’m not asking where you got it.” Aaron felt a vein throb in his temple. “I’m asking why you’re wearing a face mask at the precinct.” “It’s lunch break, Cap,” Ethan replied matter-of-factly. “I’ve got a date tonight. Gotta look my best.” He stepped closer, looking at Aaron with genuine concern. “You want one? It’s activated charcoal. Detoxes the skin, brightens the complexion. It’s great stuff. Honestly, Cap... you’ve been looking a little haggard lately.”

Of course what amazed her even more was how Julio looked with this mask on. The shape of the stream was just right to cover most of his face, leaving only his eyes and a very small portion of white space. The edges of the mask extended all the way to the ears. It blended right in with the triangular collar of the dress standing up. Blue and gold mingle. It was as if a fountain of life in a vast desert. It instantly gave a sense of hopeful renewal. The mask that Aurora had casually made turned out to be a godsend. Soon after, the host announced that #22 should come on the stage to show off.

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

At the same time, she drove. The masks had two different colors, black and gold. Aurora tried the mask on and she smiled when she realized they could barely be recognized. “This is so cool,” Aurora said and Xalia chuckled. They arrived at the venue and it was on a quiet street. They both got out of the car with their masks on already. They both held the invites. It was a little card. “Why are we attending this party again?” Aurora asked as they walked towards the entrance which had two huge men standing in front of it.