Michael Afton Bear Mask Novels & Stories

About that. At the nursing home, there was news that a plane carrying an aphrodisiac crashed towards the city's dam supply tank, which led to several incidents around the city. A group of fat, hairy men in bear masks were making out in the backyard, the so-called club of bears, who were having fun in broad daylight, exposed holes seen by everyone from every position.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

I asked Jason as he got out of the car. "Sure, check the compartment in front of you," Adrian replied as he shut the car door while walking into the cafe. I opened the compartment, but there was nothing in it, so I decided to check the one by the driver's seat. It was filled with lots of papers, but eventually, I found a power bank with a cord attached to it. As I pulled the power bank out, a mask fell out. I picked up the mask and examined it closely. It was a pure black mask.

Maybe because of him. Tyron stood beside me near the bonfire, wearing the most unbothered expression I’d ever seen on a man surrounded by pumpkins and joy. He had on a plain black shirt rolled up at the sleeves and dark jeans, and someone, probably Aria, had managed to convince him to wear a mask shaped like a wolf’s skull. It looked both ridiculous and fitting, in a strange way. He shoved his hands into his pockets and muttered, “Why do people enjoy pretending to be monsters when they already are?”

“Damn!” Simon saw a man in the crowd who was wearing a hood and a facemask. He looked at Luna, who was still talking to the police. He looked back at the man in the hood, and then it took off the facemask. Simon’s eyes got bigger when he realized who the man was. It wears the facemask back. When Luna touched him, he was surprised. What exactly is it? Luna asked, after noticing that Simon had turned pale. “Rafael... I saw Rafael..” Simon said.

Zane continues before ending the call. I ran to my bike, opened the compartment behind and put on the leather jacket I kept inside just in case. I took out my mask, which is enough to cover my mouth and one of my eyes, leaving a hole for me to look. I drew a mouth and other designs on it to make it look cool and it's safe to say that I'm proud of it. If you've ever watched Tokyo Ghoul, you might have an idea or two. It looks just like kaneki's, but mine is better.

Some of the other couples pointed at us and whispered. “Come here,” Atlas commanded and pulled me towards a door, once we entered there was a table with masks as well as a closet in the corner. I should have felt more nervous but there was something about being around Atlas that made me feel better. “I think this one would look gorgeous on you.” He explained and held up a red mask that matched my skirt. I grabbed it from him and went to secure it to my face as he filled me in. “This is an invite-only bar for powerful shifters.” Atlas went behind me to help me secure the mask but someone stopped him.

Besides he was ready for this as Mother Mary had already told him what would happen. The scars were engraved on his face, starting from the nose to his jaw. His nose, up to his eyes, was completely devoid of any scars. Adepe pulled out a mask from his pocket that was given to him by Mother Mary to wear once the scar appeared on his face.. He glanced down at the gray mask and latched it onto his face, then waited for the white mists to die down and reveal him to his people.

He was in his late twenties. "You are back, I thought you would stay longer." The mask guy said, on his left arm was the tattoo of the Corpse flower, the tattoo was glowing and moving as if it was breathing. He removed his mask and smiled at his mother. "I couldn't stay for another day son, you know me." Adelena answered and dropped her empty glass cup on the dining table. "Besides, I have made a deal with the hunters." "I don't trust the hunter's mum."

I watched quietly as a group of children ran around wearing crude animal masks, their laughter echoing. One of them, a little girl barely seven, handed me a mask shaped like a fox. “For you,” she said shyly before running off. I held it gently. A fox; clever, quick, always surviving. Maybe that meant something. Mason approached me then, his own mask tucked under his arm, a wolf with silver markings. He smiled softly, trying too hard to look unaffected, too careful in that way he’d been since we agreed things between us would stay strictly platonic.