Muse Masks Novels & Stories

Mia rolled her eyes. “But I’m 100 percent sure, that it’s him!” Bella added and we went to the counter. There salesmangave us some masks to choose from. Mia and Bella chose masks that would match with dresses. “Oh, this is your mask!” she said and gave me a blue mask with diamonds and laces, covering it. “Wow! It’s very beautiful, Ky!” Bella exclaimed. “Yes! Lucky bitch!” Mia laughed. “I can’t take it!” I stated. “What?!” Mia, Bella and that worker screamed in unison.

He told her and noticed how she was still staring at that Skull Emblem of that mask. “It’s my favorite mask, there are only five masks which was made for five of us, it will protect you when you go out of the packhouse, you know, you are unmated with alpha and he has not marked you, so there are chances they will think of you as the rogue but they will know you are one of us because now you have this mask.” He described to her and she nodded and put on the mask on her face and now only her eyes could be noticed.

Alexander had told himself a dozen lies in the space of a second. I can keep this professional. I can protect him better than anyone else. He won’t recognize me. And the most dangerous lie of all: I can stop whenever I want. Alexander laughed again, harsh and humorless. He moved through the penthouse like a storm, knocking over chairs, ripping framed art from the walls. One painting cracked down the center when it hit the floor, the canvas splitting like a wound. Then he reached the hallway. The masks were displayed there dozens of them, mounted carefully in glass cases. Venetian. Minimalist. Ornate. Abstract. Each one representing a role, a boundary, a version of himself he could inhabit wi

Each one gleamed with a terrifying demonic air. Colin's fingers brushed over those instruments. His expression wasn't like he was looking at instruments of torture. But rather like he was in an art gallery in Paris. And those instruments that hung on the wall were not for torturing but exquisite works of art. Finally, his gaze stopped at an iron mask. "This one will do!" Colin took the iron mask and said with pleasure, "This is my most satisfying work. I've given it a charming name, the Beauty Mask. Wear it and you'll become the most beautiful woman in the world."

But he turned to the band with a flourish, and they began playing another swing tune. I looked at the masks on the walls again, then around at all the masks people were wearing. “What’s wrong?” Zane asked. “Nothing,” I said. He looked at me. I shrugged. “There’s a lot of symbolism from human culture in these masks, but it’s not being used right.” “What do you mean?” “Well, take that one.” I pointed at the one directly above the bass player. “The colors are orange and black, which would indicate Halloween, but there are hearts on it with ‘I LUV U’ and ‘BE MINE’ on them, which are Valentine’s Day candies.”

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!"

The man with a mask over his face. *

“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.

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

The citizens and tourists wore the splashes of kaleidoscopic masks crafted by talented artisans in the Blood Claws Pack with stretched grins. “Masks for the Welcoming Ceremony, everyone! One bronze for three pieces of masks!” A merchant with a protruding belly held out his hands to the crowd passing by his stand as he showed them a couple of masks. Masks were carved into a black wolf, a brunette wolf, a red wolf, and the white wolf with a crescent tattoo on its forehead. “Mom! Mom!” One kid tugged his mother’s dress before he pointed to the white mask. “I want a white mask, please!”