Miraculous Masks Novels & Stories

She fastens it around my neck and pats my shoulders. "See? Now you are ready. If you fidget any more, I will tape your hands to your sides." I try not to roll my eyes, but when I look in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. My hair, usually straight and plain, now falls in loose waves down my back, artfully arranged to frame the mask. The makeup Lorena applied makes my green eyes seem deeper and more mysterious. The emerald mask, adorned with tiny crystals and delicate filigree, transforms my ordinary features into something almost regal.

It only lasted for a couple of seconds which some thought it was a minimal error with the sound system, while some thought it was a sign for the appearance of VTX. Era heaved a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly, trying to feel the presence of everyone behind the huge walls in front of her. A lopsided grin was plastered on her face when she felt a connection from everyone. It was hard, though. It was too much that she's already feeling the defeat. Yet she was persistent. She calmed herself and tilted her head to the right side where she felt at least a hundred of connections. With her voice so low, but at the same time roaring with authority, she said, "We're The Masked, and we're going

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

The V-neckline dipped a little low in the front and opened into a low back, but it wasn't overly revealing. "Oh, wow. This is the one," Andi said as she stepped into the fitting room. A broad smile spread across her face. "You look gorgeous." I couldn't help smiling too... until I saw the price tag. "Twenty thousand dollars? For a dress you'll wear for one day?" My excitement instantly faded. There was no way I was spending that much on a dress for a fake wedding. I started looking through the other gowns again. "You have to buy this dress," Andi insisted, lifting the fairy-like lace gown once more.

The mask stretched into a smile, making it look even more grotesque than before. "The Catalyst would live as long as you do," the mask said. Miguel suddenly dropped the box. "Boss," he said, pointing at the mask. I turned to look at it. The mask was spewing a black inky substance, and immediately it entered my mouth. I fell as I struggled to breathe. I clawed at my throat as I felt I was being drowned by the strange substance.

The normally impenetrable mask shattered like glass under the onslaught of my powerful blow, revealing nothing beneath - faceless. He crumbled to his knees, an ethereal apparition, his countenance veiled in every darkness. As he fell limp to the floor, I felt a fleeting sensation of victory, realizing the key to our liberation – the masks. "It's the mask." I breathed. "Their weakness is in their mask." then I strode toward the second man in front of Simon. With renewed vigor, my friends and I lashed at the remaining assailants, aiming for their cursed masks. Each strike of my claws shattered them into oblivion, releasing the men beneath from their silent torment.

I do not want to lose my only family. Kinuha ni Nanay ang pot holder na nakalapag sa isang mesa bago buksan ang bagong lutong pagkain. The smoke from the newly stewed pork mounted and spreading on to the high ceiling. Iwinasiwas ko ang kamay para alisin ang usok na tumatakip sa paningin. Nanay was wearing a mask to keep herself from being exposed in too much smoke.

Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection. Everything halted. The pain vanished, his eyes turned dark hazel. He rose to his feet, striking a hand over his face to clean his forehead. He sneered at the image before scribbling words on the mirror again. He pulled his dark hoodie on, wearing a silk glove. It was time to get dirty. *** Christiana sat curled on the couch, a bottle of wine on the table and a half-empty glass on her hand. Her mind raced towards multiple things all with the same face. His hazel eyes staring straight at her. Although one moment stood out, her break up with her ex.

Fortunately, Lucien comes up to us, smirking. “Alright, ladies, let’s move inside.” He ushers us toward the entrance where he submits our tickets and we were offered masks. Rain gets a crystal tassel mask that covers only her nose and mouth while I get a crystal rhinestone balaclava mask. Lucien settles for a Venetian mask. The inside of Dark Side is truly as it was described. A place where fantasy comes to life. You can be naked if you want. You can still choose to be clothed.

She would shatter his delusions completely and leave him with no reason to pursue her anymore! She would never return to that hell! Never! Marisol got up and walked to the walk-in closet, rummaging through the pile of clothes she'd scattered earlier to find a mask. It was one of the masks Emilia had sent over before the masquerade ball. She had told her to choose whichever she liked. "The ball's already over. What do you need that for?" Alinta followed. "Does it look good?" Marisol picked up a white cat half-mask, held it over the upper half of her face, and looked up at Alinta.