Michael Afton Bear Mask Novels & Stories

“Mr. Monroe, do you know if there are any experts in making human masks near Sunpass City?” “Yes, we have one in the Monroes,” Richard replied then immediately summoned someone. “Please wait a moment, Mr. Moonshade!” The person greeted Andrius and promptly got to work. A while later, a mask identical to Elder Salo’s face was ready. Andrius compared it and confirmed there were no issues before putting on the mask and setting off. Andrius arrived at the foot of Dark Demon Mountain and slapped his chest, causing blood to trickle down from his lips. He intentionally made his aura appear weakened.

The warm aroma of baked coffee beans doesn't seem to have any special attack, just like his eyes now. "I understand Miss's concerns," Angus said, "I will control myself and you don't need to worry." He took out the iron mask from his bag, and put it on under Emilia's gaze, fitting perfectly. This humiliating thing like taming a wild dog and preventing alpha bites, Angus put it on his face without any change in expression, and slightly lowered his head to Emilia: "I will send you back to the manor immediately."

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.

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.

“Get on my back.” “W-what?” My eyes widened in disbelief. “I–i can't–” “Fine,” he stood up abruptly, brushing off dirt from his pants. “You can stay here since you've chosen death.” “Wait!” I called out desperately, as he was about to leave. The day was getting dark, and if the werebears didn't come for me, I'm sure some wild animal would have me for dinner. The masked man sighed for the umpteenth time before turning around and crouching in front of me.

He turned to me and I instantly noticed the change in his silver orbs, the golden-red color was so unique, As expected of a hybrid. "I'm fine". He said, his fangs were not out so I was relieved he was not affected by the smell of blood. "Let's go". I said and followed Aaron while I covered my nose with my hands. "Use this instead". Claudio said and handed me a black nose mask". "You are the best". I said and wore the mask. We followed Aaron till we reached the depth of the forest where bodies were laid like paper. On getting closer the gruesome marks on their body became visible to me.