Novelas y relatos de Miraculous Masks

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Elena's POV The mask was a delicate, laser-cut piece of obsidian lace that felt like a spider clinging to my face with cold, spindly legs. It obscured my eyes, casting the world into a fractured, shadowy peripheral where every guest looked like a potential executioner. In the mirror, I didn’t recognize the woman staring back. The dress for tonight was a deep, blood-red velvet—a color of passion, or perhaps a color of warning. It was heavy, the skirt rustling with a low, ominous sound every time I moved, echoing the frantic, erratic throb of my heart.

I breathed quietly. Maria suddenly stepped closer holding something in her hands. Before I could react, she carefully fastened a silver mask across my face. I blinked in surprise. The mask curved elegantly around my eyes, decorated with tiny silver stones and moon shaped patterns. “What is this?” Maria smiled. “The Alpha must find you tonight.” I stared at her blankly. “What?” She giggled softly while adjusting the mask. “At Tombstone’s anniversary ball, every unmated lady wears a mask during her first celebration.”

Draped across her arms was a dress covered in protective tissue, delicate embroidery peeking through the folds. "Come with me," Lucia said. Mili followed. They passed the hum of the preparations, slipping down a quieter corridor until Lucia pushed open the door of Mili's old room. "Sit." Mili did, watching Lucia lay the gown across the bed. The fabric spilled like liquid, a soft ivory threaded with pale gold, catching the light as if the garment itself breathed. Beside it, Lucia placed a lace-woven masquerade mask.

They enhanced natural pheromones, made it impossible to hide what you really were. They're using moonflowers. Tonight, at the ceremony. When everyone's gathered together. Jason's legs gave out, and he sank onto his bed, staring at his shaking hands. My blockers won't work. Not with moonflowers in the air. Everyone will know. Everyone will see what I really am.

My reflection stared back - purple eyes, pale skin, exhaustion of someone fighting too many fronts too long. "Austin told me." "We need more than serums." Emberlyn looked up. Eyes too wide, whites showing. "If he weaves a trap into your mask, the moment you put it on - click - Silvie will be suppressed. Caged. You'll be defenseless. You'll be the you of before, Mira. The you that couldn't fight back." I looked at my reflection. At the ancient thing looking back through my eyes. I picked up the blank white porcelain mask from the vanity. Smooth. Featureless. A canvas inviting projection, begging to be filled with someone else's interpretation.

Asper Reign Dahlia’s Pov “Will you please relax even for a moment?” Miracle said while we were walking inside the Cassiela Hotel where the party was being held. “And please fix your mask if you don’t want Jyn to know that you are already here.” It was a masquerade party and wearing a mask is required in our attire. And I chose a plain gold mask with butterfly wings on the side. I matched it to the red backless dress that I bought earlier in the mall.

The silver masks clung to their faces like second skin - not just to hide their identities, but to shield them from the creeping madness that hung over the ruins like a curse. Forged from moon-drenched metal and etched with protective runes Evangeline had carved herself, the masks pulsed faintly with enchantments designed to repel the Veil’s influence. Even so, with every step they took deeper into the desecrated remnants of the lycan sanctuary, the weight of the air grew heavier, denser — like they were walking through a memory that refused to die.

Yet, it added an air of mystery and intrigue to the evening, leaving me both nervous and exhilarated at the same time. As the makeup artist began to pack up her tools, I turned to Miriam with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What's the significance of the masks?" Miriam smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "The masks allow guests to conceal their identities, adding an element of mystique to the festivities. Each guest will be wearing a mask that reflects their wolf." I glanced down at the pristine white mask in my hands, a sudden wave of uncertainty washing over me. Would my mask, reflecting the image of a white wolf, give away my true identity as the White Wolf?