Muse Masks Novels & Stories

His hand reached out to her hair from behind and pulled the wig she wore away, and then the band that held her hair together loosened. Lola gasped as her full red hair bounced to her waist. “You’re crazy!” She said. Josh laughed as turned away from her to search for something. “What are you looking for?”, Lola asked. “Found it!” Josh said excitedly as he handed a full-face woolen mask over to her. “Put this on.” Lola didn’t understand why she needed to wear a mask when it was just the two of them in the warehouse but she wore it anyway.

I kept my eyes squeezed shut, but after a few moments, I heard him chuckle softly. "I didn’t want to scare you, so I whistled. From now on, that’ll be our signal, okay? I know you’re not asleep. Were you waiting for me? Was last night so good that you’re already ready for more tonight?" He hit the nail on the head, and I opened my eyes, feeling both embarrassed and irritated. He looked just like he did the night before, his face hidden behind a mask, only his eyes visible. However, I had left a small lamp on tonight, casting a warm, dim light in the room.

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.

Every mask has its own emotion. There was a mask that is so odd I kept an eye on it for minutes. It shows my whole emotion. You can see in the shape of its eyes that it feels anxious and agitated. Its mouth shapes like an upside-down crescent. It was so beautiful that I followed it wherever it went. I got startled when acoustic feedback echoed around the gym. A senior with a black cloth covering his face patted the microphone's head and let out a screech. I immediately covered my ears and turned my attention to the leader.

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

Alex presses her lips together and nods. Masks are laid out beside the uniforms. Simple for most—full-face, angular, anonymous. Red on red. No expressions. No individuality. Hers waits at the center. Horned. Smooth lines. Not grotesque. Not theatrical. Just enough to suggest something ancient and unyielding. Eve runs a hand over it thoughtfully. “You sure about this?” Alex lifts it, feels the weight. “If they’re going to hunt a myth,” she says, “we might as well give them one that doesn’t break.”

Hasen said as he took out a box and placed it on the table. Amanda grabbed some and examined them. They are modern masquerade ball masks, some of which were white, black, or silver in color. They were embellished with sparkling glitter, side feathers, jewels, and glossy silk. There are half, full, or had handles that cover the upper part of the face. "I will go now, I—" Jin said as he stood up, but he was pushed by back Hasen and Goro. "Hey man! No fair! Have some fun as well!" Hasen pats his back and side-hugged him, "Come with us to the nightclub!"

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.

Rubby said, placing the box on the table right in front of Luna. Luna stopped wiping with her towel, staring at the box with a mixed gleam in her eyes. She opened the lid of the box slowly, revealing a Venetian carved mask in ivory white with beautiful silver brocade decorations along its edges. Luna's fingers stroked the smooth surface of the mask with a gaze that suddenly turned melancholic.

These weren't your average robbers; they moved with a predatory purpose that sent shivers down her spine. The eerie sight of familiar childhood faces twisted into symbols of terror sent a cold shiver down Flora's spine. One man wore a grotesque M*ckey M*use mask, his gun clutched menacingly in his hand. Another sported a garish B*gs B*nny mask, his eyes glinting with malice through the hollowed-out eyeholes. The third man, donning a warped D*nald D*ck mask, let out a sinister laugh as he and Flora locked ehss, while the fourth, with a menacing Sc*oby-D*o mask, cracked his knuckles ominously. The cashier, his eyebrows raised, stood up from behind the counter, his confusion evident. "Hey! What