Michael Afton Bear Mask Novels & Stories

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ Silvio thrust a massive, daunting brown jacket towards me, along with a mask and a cap, his voice dripping with urgency, "Put these on." Without a moment's hesitation, I donned the jacket, hastily throwing it over my attire, while placing the cap on my head. I proceeded to conceal my face beneath a pitch-black mask, leaving only my eyes exposed to the world.

Brett said before he smiled and winked at the girls from afar. Adam snorted. He’s ashamed to see Brett flirting around female humans as soon as he got discharged from hospital. ‘I guess he is indeed feeling okay,’ Adam concluded. “Stop flirting with anyone. It will get us more attention,” Adam commented. “Speaking of attention,” Brett murmured, as he put down his glass and stared at Adam from head to toe. “Why are you wearing a Bauta mask?” A bauta mask is mask the cover the full face. It hot square-ish jaw, large chin and no mouth.

Ursa and Mike wore tiger and deer masks, respectively. From a distance, they resembled two beasts fighting—or perhaps performing an animal-themed dance. Indeed, Helena's suggestion to wear masks added to the spectacle. The officials from Nidora were all on edge. Ursa, with his massive frame, moved with remarkable agility. Within a few moves, he hoisted Mike into the air and slammed him down hard. The spectators were horrified. As for Mike, he was utterly terrified. This wasn't a match—his opponent was out for blood! Realizing he couldn't win and was being savagely beaten, Mike scrambled to his feet, intending to surrender. But Ursa, seeing through his intentions, grabbed him and delivered a

I lowered the crowbar back to the floor and stood slowly from where I had been crouching in front of the Beetle. I watched his house to see if anyone else would be coming out, so far no one did. This was probably my only chance at getting back at the piece of shit. I pulled the zipper on my Darth Vader mask hoodie up to my neck and pulled the hoodie over my head but left my face bare. I didn't want to draw too much attention from any unsuspecting neighbours by using the mask, plus I hated the stupid eye holes that came with it.

The Masquerade mask was Harriet's special mask, a white snake mask with one eye hole on the right side. "Actually, this is my mother's mask," said Harriet quietly. She then smiled and held up another mask box. Harriet showed it to Liam who was still furrowing his brows at her previous words and opened the box. Another white mask appeared in their vision. It was a white wolf mask with golden stripes around its eyes. Harriet smiled proudly showing the mask design. It was the one she ordered yesterday, which turned out to be perfect and ready at just the right time. "This is for me?" Liam asked.

I turn back to face them, only to now see a bright, white light emanating from the brooch. I didn’t even realize that I was still wearing it after Atwood pinned it to my nightgown last night. Is this brooch imbued with magic? Is that why my parents had it -- for protection? As I take a step toward the Bears, the beam of light only grows stronger. It grazes one of their shoulders, searing off flesh like a laser beam and causing him to yelp in pain. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” the Bears says, turning tail and running off into the snow. The other Bear follows suit, and soon, Atwood and I are alone, with only the echoes of the Bears’ cowardly yelps in the distance.

Finally, Albot walks towards me with a simple wooden box in hand, a sly smile on his face. “Atticus told me this is for you.” He says softly, opening the box to reveal a delicately crafted mask. The mask is shaped like a crescent moon, the lower portion will be covering my eyes while the upper portion will be slightly above my hair line. What surprises me the most is that it is made with silver threads with a small delicate chain holding a pearl sized moonstone falling from the tip of the top peak. A mask only I can wear, a piece of silver that could be used as a weapon, and a moonstone that I have a feeling Cassandra enchanted with another charm to keep my identity a secret. With a smile, I

Linda came to our side, handing me an elegant black mask that had feathers on the side. “Let me.” Pa took it and put it on me. It only covers half of my face, leaving my nose and mouth bare for anyone to see. Todd came and helped Pa tie the straps carefully on the back of my head with a loosened knot so I could easily remove it later without ruining my hair. “It’s time. The guests are waiting. Shall we?”

A man taller than him stands in front of Ashford and this time everyone was able to see him. He is tall and in black clothes with a white mask on his face and his forehead and eyes covered with his hair not showing his facial features. “Who are you, I will give you more money than them” Ashford said thinking he is Adair’s guard but then man sends in flying, then like any animal cutting every part of his prey, he broke his arms from his body and his legs he roughly tore open his pant and in one swept Ashford’s penis was laying on the ground with blood flowing from it.

Instead, Bears claim their mates by scratching along their necks and down to their collarbones. My hand lifts to where the mark is. Three long but subtle claw marks show that I’m claimed. Where werewolves don’t usually try to hide their marks or show them, bears often ensure they are on show during social events. So my dress is revealing the mark. “If we’re talking and someone asks you something, and you’re not sure how to answer, just squeeze my hand, and I’ll speak,” Arktos says while smiling down at me. I’m glad he’s giving me a way out.