Muse Masks Novels & Stories

Hernie withdrew something from her sling bag. When Zen saw the item and inspected it, he gasped in excitement. This was the same thing the Shady merchant wore! === Item: Mushroom Mask Description: Negates all effects of low-level poisons when worn. Stats: Low Poison Resistance === “You made this?!” Zen gasped in amazement. “I wanted one of these!” Feeling proud of her creation, Hernie nodded and offered Zen the mask. “I can loan it to you if you help me find all the necessary ingredients.”

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.

However, when Eleonor, Asher, and Lisette enter the place, they realize that the use of masks is optional and that the possibilities are endless. Eleonor has been given a cat mask made of leather straps, the same color as her dress. The mask highlights her green eyes that glow dangerously with curiosity and eagerness for revenge. Inside, the room is mostly lit by blue lights, and a few beams of neon light wander through the club. There are other women wearing masks just like hers, in different colors, but there are also rabbit masks. There are masks that cover almost the entire face, like Asher's one, and sexy black laces covering only the eyes, like Lisette's. And, contrary to what she imag

She would shatter his delusions completely and leave him with no reason to pursue her anymore! She would never return to that hell! Never! Marisol got up and walked to the walk-in closet, rummaging through the pile of clothes she'd scattered earlier to find a mask. It was one of the masks Emilia had sent over before the masquerade ball. She had told her to choose whichever she liked. "The ball's already over. What do you need that for?" Alinta followed. "Does it look good?" Marisol picked up a white cat half-mask, held it over the upper half of her face, and looked up at Alinta.

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."

A mask should be worn. Blood Moon grabbed a black fox mask that covers her eyes and nose, and only her red lips are visible. She walked outside the room and met her idiotic partner in crime. "Hello, Shadow," she greeted with a bit of hesitance. "Looking great, Keisha," he greeted with a playful flirt and she closed her eyes in frustration. "Do not-- Do not call me by my name," she irritatedly commanded. "I didn't know you were coming with me," she murmured with gritted teeth. Guessing from the way he dressed, she concluded that he'll be accompanying her.

Martina felt like the universe had finally succeeded in mocking her. “You have been a fool all your life, Martina” Hardin growls, his lips curving up in a mocking smirk, “you have always been a fool” “I trusted you, Melisa” Martina cried out, “I was there for you when..” “Oh, shut it” Melissa interrupted her, “you didn’t make me Martina” she grabbed a hold of her hair and yanked her closer, “you were only a stepping stone to give me the life I wanted Martina, i never saw you as a friend and neither did I see you as an enemy either. You have done what you should for us, i think it is time to get rid of you now”

she said softly, “bury me in couture.” He kissed her slow, hand gripping her jaw. “You don’t die.” “I might.” “Then I burn the cathedral down.” She smiled. “Bring gasoline.” — Inside, the cathedral was chaos and perfume. Masks everywhere. Faces hidden. Intentions sharper than knives. Zara took her seat in the front row. Next to Bianca. Of course. Bianca smiled under her silver fox mask. “Stunning dress. I almost wore it.” Zara didn’t look at her. “You couldn’t afford it.”

"Hello, brother." Men wear their signature plain black mask that only covers their eyes and women wear their embellish golden half-mask with intricate design to hide their identity. Garrulous speeches and chatterings from the horde of businessmen quickly filled the auction house. Trevor and Sumire walk among them can't help but astonish to see the simple yet elegant black handrail, art galleries hanging on the wall of red and the golden baluster artistically drawn on the spiral stair is truly admirable.

Quinn thought he was creeped out by him already, but when he got closer, he found more things to shiver at. The masks had etchings of faces in pain and screaming on them, all around. No matter where you looked, they were there. “Threatening me? You’ve got some nerve.” Tony stood up, facing down the monstrosity. There was a brief silence, before that short sharp laugh emanated from the masks , reverberating across the room.