Miraculous Masks Novels & Stories

“As you all know, our theme tonight is ‘the masked ball’ so please don’t remove those wonderfully crafted masks since it records your real identity. Only those who wear the masked would be eligible for the auction later. Your ticket. Now, let us get to business, shall we? Tonight’s auction comprises a hundred rare goods for everyone to relish and enjoy. Believe me! The old magus had selected all the goods!” Lili looked around and found the noble crowd turning jittery for some unknown reason. “Oh, I almost forgot, don’t take those masks home, my lovely guests.” The auctioneer snapped his fingers and all the masks that were covering the people’s faces shone with faint mysterious lines. “After

The air thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, the anonymity of the masks a sacred bond that tightened with each touch. “Rise for the mastery,” the gold-masked leader commanded, her voice a resonant decree, helping me to my feet, my legs shaky but resolute. The silver-masked woman spread a new mat, this one embroidered with crimson runes, and guided me to lie on my back, my arms and legs outstretched. The purple-masked woman retrieved a collection of toys from a gilded chest—vibrators, a larger strap-on, and a triple-headed dildo—laying them beside me like sacred relics. The red-masked woman unbound her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders, her blue eyes alight with anticipation,

Nora stopped and hit the wall. “You're right,” Alvin replied. “We should go to a hotel, then. Fortunately, I have my debit card in my pocket.“ Nora nodded her reply, her gaze looking uncertain and anxious. “We still have the problem of your face, though. I'm sure as hell not going to allow you to do what you suggested some minutes ago.“ “Damn!“ Alvin cursed. “Is there a way I can get a mask here?“ Nora stared at him like she was thinking about something. She opened her bag and shuffled round the corners before bringing out a tiny doctor's nose mask—big enough to cover from his nose to chin.

The man added. Why I can't see his face, why it's very blurry and why it's fading. " All the disappointments, broken dreams and deep dark experiences will soon be forgotten and blotted out like a bad dream when the glorious dawn of Heaven arrives," The man said as he rubbed the back of my head. What is this? What does this mean? " Hey Gun" I heard a loud voice coming towards my location, I saw 6 shadows running towards my area, their face is blurry as well.

"Forget about the other girls. Bring Eden. We're taking the secret passage!" The others didn't matter now. The ritual site had taken months to prepare, and Eden's blood was the key. Without her, the ceremony for their great master would be ruined. "But Eden's the one causing this!" the guard said, frowning. "And look what we found outside her room." He held out a mask—thin, flesh-like. Dave's eyes widened. He knew what it was—ancient Farshyan trickery. Crafted from lamb skin, these masks could transform someone entirely. The Eden they'd seen earlier wasn't Eden at all.

It was very strange. However, she was able to restrain him and for that spilt moment when she had him pinned to the wall, something had flashed in her mind, something that reminded her of this mask she had in her hands right now. It was a brown mask, with deep green floral designs around it. Right after she had ensured that he was in control of himself and she had ensured that Mira was alright, Lady Delice had left the room quite unstable. She had ran into her room and turned her boxes upside down to find this mask.

THREE DAYS LATER "I will really miss you," Michelle muttered as she watched the girl's eyes and hair change into a brown color. "Uh uh," Anastasia didn't say anything but instead put on the real mask prepared in advance by Michelle. The mask was of an ordinary face, incomparable to Anastasia's original face at all but that's not her concern right now. The mask couldn't be bought easily and it must also not come in contact with water or it will become transparent so she treated it with care.

She asked as Yvonne smiled and sat down beside her. " I knew your mother. I know many Chemorian. And if you ask me about my nativism, well, I am afraid I will not be able to answer that. " He turned around and pushed what seemed like a wall but it twirled around and morphed into what looked like a potion rack. " I believe what you are looking for is a masking potion?" Mira nodded as he walked towards her with a knife and an empty cup. He grabbed her hand and straightened it,

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

CHAPTER ELEVEN “Amara, you forgot about this.” Amethyst handed me a mask. The mask would only cover half of the wearer’s face, including the forehead and the area surrounding the eyes. It was a masquerade mask. It was shaped like those butterfly wings. It was crafted from silver, with crystal beads designed at its corners and a black sun with four rays at the upper center. It has a lace at both ends. “Who owns it?” Amethyst asked curiously.