Muse Masks Novels & Stories

Hereafter she came straight up closing her eyes shut, mentioning to give them back, shooting them open giving a death stare at Venus. Venus skipped her way around the bed, putting the headphones on the nightstand, smiling back at Crystal. A dry smile back rolling her eyes walking up to the couch jumping over it sitting next to Lavender putting one elbow on the edge of the couch and the other up to her head, tired and annoyed. Venus went up to Crystal putting up her hair in a tight bun, doing the same thing herself. “Great, let’s pick our mask and start.” She harmonized her voice grabbing the basket walking over to show us the mask showing us the basket will all types of potion masks Witch’s

He looked up, his gaze sharp and penetrating, and quickly stood up, saying, "I can explain." I couldn't hear what Mr. Eugen was saying anymore. All I could see in my eyes was the silver mask he was holding in his hand. This mask was incredibly familiar to me. It was the same mask that MK used to wear countless nights before. And now, Mr. Eugen was holding it. The implications were clear. Mr. Eugen was MK. My hand loosened, and the bowl of soup I was holding fell to the ground, shattering the silence of the night.

My heart begins to feel a little heavy but I try not to be bothered about what Monique's bothering about. "Let's just go inside, it's masquerade night and they're giving out cool masks when we go in. Cmon." She pulls me as we line up for our turn to go inside the club. I hear the music blaring as I stand in line with Monique. Once we've reached the front line, we showed our fake ID's and we had to choose the masks that were left for us. I picked the gold one, at least it would give my attire some other color aside from black. We placed the masks on, covering our eyes and once I'm in; my eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness.

His eyes widen, a flicker of hesitation flashing across his face. “I can’t have you screaming louder than the music,” I warn, holding the tape up. “Last chance to walk.” He shakes his head, silent but defiant. With a swift motion, I place the tape over his mouth, sealing him in. His gaze locks with mine, daring me. Accepting the challenge, I draw back and slam into him, his muffled cries escaping in waves as I claim him completely.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

she said, as she hurried through the room, trying to make sense of the chaos. Caitlin saw several elaborate dresses along the wall, and several intricate masks. She was amazed by their craftsmanship. They looked like works of art. Some had long, curved noses, while others were small, no more than just an eye mask. There were gold masks and silver masks, some simple, and others elaborately adorned. Some were sinister, some jovial; some had feathers, others were plain. It was quite a collection. Caitlin, fascinated, made her way over to the wall, and reached up and touched one.

Yet, it added an air of mystery and intrigue to the evening, leaving me both nervous and exhilarated at the same time. As the makeup artist began to pack up her tools, I turned to Miriam with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What's the significance of the masks?" Miriam smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "The masks allow guests to conceal their identities, adding an element of mystique to the festivities. Each guest will be wearing a mask that reflects their wolf." I glanced down at the pristine white mask in my hands, a sudden wave of uncertainty washing over me. Would my mask, reflecting the image of a white wolf, give away my true identity as the White Wolf?

Sliding into the backseat of an Uber, I clutch my bag to my chest like a shield. I have him— whatever's in here is something he doesn't want anybody to see. But when I unlock my phone, the screen lights up with a push notification that drains every drop of blood from my face. New Music Video: "Muse" - Watch Now. My mouth goes dry. The bastard couldn't have. It's been what? Twenty— Thirty minutes? With a trembling thumb, I tap the link. The video opens on a gritty, unfamiliar set. I let out a hollow laugh.

"Go ahead, Doll. I'll handle things here." As she disappeared back into the fitting room, the associate led me to a section filled with tuxedos and domino masks. "These masks are imported from Venice," she said, pointing to an intricate silver one. The lights flickered, and she paused, frowning. "That's strange…" A moment later, darkness swallowed the boutique. Gasps echoed, followed by nervous murmurs. The only light came from faint emergency fixtures. My senses went on high alert. This wasn't a typical outage. It felt deliberate.