Michael Afton Bear Mask Novels & Stories

The feel of a hand on my shoulder made me cringe, the person rounded and I came face to face with the man himself. He wore a balck suit with a white button up and black vest, he had no coat but he did have gloves on. He had his sleeves rolled up to show off a tattoo of a tree on his right forearm. He donned a dark green faceless mask with only holes where the eyes were. His eyes were a bright green, the black makeup around them made them stand out even against the green mask. He chuckled darkly and reached a hand out to touch my face. "Lily Axford, what a beautiful surprise." His voice was deep and gravely.

He walked out. I sat there alone. Quiet. Akayda was probably terrified right now sitting there in her office. And I couldn’t do anything. I couldn't even reassure her. Because she hadn’t told me anything. Even after I found the mask. The Mask. I had kept it. The silver mask. It was on my shelf at home. I couldn't throw it out. My jaw tightened. I pulled my phone again and opened the article. Looking at the picture of Jade— It wasn't too clear.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

In just a second, the Bear Alpha is on the ground, head smashed into the concrete. Dead. His attacker is crouching over the corpse. He turns to me; there's a mask over his face. Sharp green eyes pierce mine. “My lady.”

Others would have gotten scared by now seeing the interior of the room, but Mason Waters was not like others. He was grinning like an excited child. 'I finally got the chance to impress my father-in-law!' Mason's gaze is still at the wall. 'Awesome! Let me start from here.' "Wow, is this a Kodiak bear's head?" At the mention of the bear, Major Miller looked up with an arched brow. "You aren't frightened of it?" Mason stared at the large bear hanging on the wall. It was staring at him with dead wide eyes and with its opened mouth, its large teeth could be easily seen.

Karisa said before Samantha smiled and moved forward to walk into the festival. Only this time, she did not think that she would be meeting her at all. ***** “Do we have to wear this fucking mask over our faces, Arthur? If anything, I think we look ridiculous,” Zack gave his two cents as Arthur and he walked into the Folk Festival that had been held in honor to celebrate the tourists that came to their small village. Arthur smirked as his green eyes were glowing behind the black mask that he wore. “Why? Are you a little afraid, brother? I can assure you that the Folk Festival is to die for. Maybe you might be looking for your mate here. Who knows what the Folk Festival holds for you tonight?

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened, and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Jake fixed the mask on his face. The mask resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of the upper half of Jake's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sight. Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons. W

said Bugbear I smiled with joy. Just before we headed back to Bowser's castle, Bugbear jumped off my back and saw an unknown mask so he walked towards it “Master Arnold I found something” said Bugbear. I walked towards Bugbear as he was holding it, Bugbear gave the mask to me and looked at it “I recognised this mask before” I said. The missing children, the spirits of the Ignited Animatronics & the Arcana Legion morph out of orb form and look at the mask I was holding “it’s a DV7 sport gas mask. This gas mask has the ability to inject the user with the amplifier, a brainwashed enhancing drug that brainwashes and enhances the user. This mask is dangerous if placed on the wrong hands. I rememb

“Good.” We continue moving. His lead is smooth, almost too smooth, keeping me close while the slow music turns us in measured circles. I keep stealing glances at Evander and Kenna. Their heads are inclined toward each other. The soft look on Evander’s face makes my stomach tighten further. Michael’s voice drops. “Why are you even wearing a mask? Look around. You’re the only one still hiding.” “It’s part of my attire.” I quickly blow out another lie. “It makes no sense. Pull it off.”