Novel & Cerita Miraculous Masks

So, she was usually alone. “But—” “You will also be wearing a mask the whole time, which is the point of a masquerade event. Still, it will be difficult to recognize anyone there, don’t you think?” He had a point, but Camille didn’t want to acknowledge it, lest his head swell up thinking it was a compliment from her. “Fine,” she finally said. It wasn’t like she had a choice. Whatever Christian wanted, he usually got. He turned and started to leave the room when he suddenly stopped.

Shit, this makes me nervous. "Before you go inside, you must use this, ma'am. Tonight is a special night of the month when we do this masquerade party. So, anyone can meet others without knowing his or her identity." Josh gives me a white lace mask. "Okay, so no one will know me?" "Yes, correct, and here, use this bracelet. Enjoy your night, ma'am." Lucky for me. Not even Selene or Gabriel can't identify me. This is so good.

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

My fingers shook a little as I opened the file. Inside was a mask. A sexy black mask made of soft lace and shiny silk. It would cover the eyes and upper face but leave the mouth and jaw free. Delicate black lace patterns swirled around the eye holes like dark flowers. Small shiny crystals sparkled at the edges under the street light. Thin black ribbons waited to tie at the back of the head. It looked mysterious and dangerous. The kind of mask strippers wore when they wanted to hide their identity but show everything else.

It shimmered under the harsh backstage lights, highlighting every curve and plane of my body, amplifying my vulnerability. As a small, desperate act of defiance, a fragile attempt to cling to some semblance of anonymity in this degrading spectacle, I carefully positioned a delicate black lace mask, its intricate pattern obscuring the upper half of my face, hiding my eyes from the hungry gazes I knew awaited me. It was a flimsy shield, but it was all I had.

“Prepare the King’s chambers. I need the mask.” A few minutes later, Rowan stood before the ornate mirror in Derek’s private rooms. The heavy, ceremonial armor felt alien on his shoulders. A servant held the mask, a masterpiece of illusion crafted by the pack’s finest artisan. It was a perfect replica of Derek’s face, imbued with a subtle magic that clouded the eye and made the wearer appear taller, broader, more imposing. He took the mask and fitted it over his own features. The world became slightly muted, the air tasting of metal and enchantment. He looked in the mirror and saw not himself, but his Alpha.

He nodded at me and I pulled it open. The door creaked, and I stepped into a room that seemed to hum with ancient, magic energy. Neon-green light washed across the walls. It was huge, minimalistic but there were dozens of masks lined the walls—wooden, bone, metal, some painted in vivid colors, others cracked and some were just too terrifying to look at. The space felt bigger and intimidating because of the masks. They stared down at me with hollow eyes, each one carrying its own story, its own secret.

Just masks. Porcelain. Obsidian. Crimson. Pearl. One of them rose his mask glinting like shattered gold. He lifted a hand. And slowly, invited her forward. She moved forward. The echo of her boots on the glass floor rang louder than any applause she’d ever heard, each step an accusation hurled at the masked tribunal surrounding her. The Founder in the gold-shattered mask extended a hand toward the central podium. A perfect circle, etched with runes and symbols Velvet’s real crest, hidden from all their branding.

|| Lilac's POV || The soft rustle of fabric against my skin was the only sound in the room as I stood before the floor-length mirror, staring at my reflection. The navy blue gown hugged my figure perfectly, the rich color contrasting beautifully with my light brown hair, which cascaded in loose curls around my shoulders. The golden accents on the dress shimmered faintly under the light, giving the illusion of stars scattered across a midnight sky. The mask I wore was a masterpiece— navy blue with intricate golden filigree that curled around the edges, framing my eyes and covering the upper half of my face. My lips, painted a soft rose, were the only part of my face left uncovered, but even t

The mask was almost transparent, only that there was some sort of black luminescence about it, that increased its beauty and of course mystery. “You want me to wear the mask to school everyday?” I couldn’t help but ask, as I finally got the trousers to my waist and buckled it straight. Next on the list. The crop top. Should probably knock off the belly effect with a jacket. “Well, you will almost not feel its presence. I made it specially for you. It’s made of magic.” I furrowed my eyebrows, then knowing that she wouldn’t see my expression since my face was surrounded by the crop top, which was trying to pass through my head to my upper body, I decided to speak out.