Miraculous Masks Novels & Stories

It is more beautiful than anything I have ever dared to imagine in my most secret dreams. Suddenly, a crystalline chime sounds nearby, like the gentle ringing of glass, and before me, a mask appears, hovering as if held by invisible hands, settling gently into my palms. The mask is pale and delicate, kissed by moonlight, its surface etched with swirling patterns that mimic the frost creeping across a windowpane on a cold winter’s night. I lift it and press it to my face, feeling it mold perfectly to my features as if it was made just for me.

My face scrunches up. “Just about perfect,” Ava said. “Now for your mask.” She steps forward and my eyes go to her hands. There I find a red Venetian mask. Rhinestone and bead embellishments shimmer and catch my eye. The fabric applique and sequin flowers make it hard not to like it. “It’s beautiful,” I murmur. “It is,” Ava said.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

And now—the only one who could drag him back out. ~Mackenzie~ She sat before the wide mirror, its frame surrounded by glowing bulbs that threw a warm light across her face. A row of costumes hung neatly behind her—silk, sequins, and velvet waiting their turn. She leaned closer to the glass, pressing a deep shade of lipstick to her lips, slow and steady, like an artist completing the last stroke of a painting. She slipped on her glittering earrings, letting them sway with every small movement, then adjusted the curve of her dress. She took a breath, inhaling the mix of powder, perfume, and faint cologne that lingered in the air.

“The black one is good for everyday. The white would look nice if you were wearing a cocktail dress. And the brown is a good option if you feel like switching it up.” “Fantastic,” said Greer. “Here,” said Nate , picking up the black mask and helping Mira unwrap the gauze from around her eyes. As he pulled the mask over her eyes, Greer placed the remaining two masks into white boxes, which she then set into a shopping bag with her studio’s logo on the front. “Thank you so much,” said Mira , finding Greer’s hand to shake.

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

Time dissolved into pure sensation: mouths, fingers, cocks, oil, come, her own slick coating everything. When the last masked devotee finished pulling out and coming across her parted lips so it dripped down her chin onto her heaving breasts, strong arms lifted her from the altar. The blindfold came off. Ten porcelain masks stared down at her, eyes soft with something that looked like love. One by one, they bowed low. Welcome, sister. Mira’s eyes filled with tears she didn’t understand. She was carried to a sunken marble bath, lowered into warm water, and washed with the same reverence they had used to ruin her. When they dried her and wrapped her in soft silk, she didn’t protest.

I said, turning and stopping in awe. Lucy's mask was a sterling silver with workings of tiny glass beads and lace hanging from it, so that it covered her eyes and her mouth. "Both masks are beautiful!"

She says looking at the masks and picking a few up. She’s so sweet, I wonder where she gets her charm from? “Ooo what about these?” she picks up couples masks and I can’t help but giggle at the thought ‘couple’ is that what Troy and I are? “They are pretty cute and will match my dress perfectly.” The ‘women’s’ one is a black lace mask with purple glitter etched around the eyes and what kind of looks like crescent moons, and the ‘males’ one is a simple design, black with the same purple glitter around the eyes and crescent moons. Perfect.

he murmured, sliding his palms up and down my exposed arms. I scooted away from the heat of his touch, my heart hammering in my chest. Then he reached behind him and pulled out a breath-takingly gorgeous mask, white and feathery and glittery. “This is for you, Goddess. Your signature disguise.” The immaculate thing was dotted with black and gold tear-drop diamonds, so exquisite they shimmered even in the dim hallway. Oh shit. This whole shenanigan got more intriguing by the minute. As I slipped on the mask and almost orgasmed from the feel of the smooth leather brushing my face, Kallum pulled me into the room and positioned me in front of a gigantic mirror.