Muse Masks Novels & Stories

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

Which I still didn't understand yet. I closed the door behind me as I went to the desk that had my things. They chattered loudly, holding their outfits and admiring the designs. We had been given maid outfits. Just the typical French maid customer, with a pair of black black see through stockings that could pass a lingerie. Then a pair of red heels. But what I admired the most about it were the masks. Mine was black and only covered half of my face. It was designed to be like cat eyes, sharp at the edges, and the material was like silk with a long rope at each side to tie behind my head.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

The Masquerade mask was Harriet's special mask, a white snake mask with one eye hole on the right side. "Actually, this is my mother's mask," said Harriet quietly. She then smiled and held up another mask box. Harriet showed it to Liam who was still furrowing his brows at her previous words and opened the box. Another white mask appeared in their vision. It was a white wolf mask with golden stripes around its eyes. Harriet smiled proudly showing the mask design. It was the one she ordered yesterday, which turned out to be perfect and ready at just the right time. "This is for me?" Liam asked.

Inside, in the cabin, it was choking and tense as Rachel and Vanessa stood in front of the old wooden mirror, with their reflections staring back—two women on the brink of something dangerous, irreversible. Vanessa was the first to move, reaching for the black leather mask lying on the table. The mask was simple in its effectiveness: sleek, featureless, and only serving to obscure identity without drawing attention. Her hands were steady as she fitted it, pulling the straps tight behind her head. The mask covered her eyes, leaving only her mouth exposed, but it was enough. It made her feel powerful, detached, as if she were someone else entirely, someone capable of doing anything.

After a glance, the guard nodded and motioned for someone behind him to bring out three identical masks. These masks weren't the ornate opera-style ones used at parties thrown by the Lowe family. They were plain, white half-masks, stripped of any decorative flair.

“Ugh, true.” He suddenly snapped his fingers. “What if your name has something about your mask? You’ll be wearing it in the pictures anyway.” I looked down at the small silver mask lying beside me. He had ordered them not long ago and it arrived in a jiffy. He’s really excited for this. “Oh yeah, every mysterious designer needs a mask. I got you three. One silver, one black, one full-face with crystals. No big deal.” I picked up the silver one.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

Plush velvet chairs awaited them, each one marked by a simple card embossed with the name of a city. Martha—Crescenta—found hers midway down the table. The mask she had been given earlier matched her dress exactly: black lace embroidered with faint gold threads, mysterious yet elegant. Around her, the other women had also been paired to perfection, their masks seemingly designed for them alone, accentuating their gowns, their jewels, their carefully sculpted hair. When they were all seated, the masked figure at the head of the table raised a gloved hand. Silence fell instantly. Another attendant moved to the side of the room, carrying a black velvet box. He opened it slowly, deliberately, re

In the center of the hall, there's a table with many women wearing peculiar mechanical masks, dressed in tight silver clothing, sensually and strangely intertwined with each other. At least I initially thought they were wearing masks. It was only when a female server handed me a drink that I realized that the so-called masks were actually part of their faces. Their heads were shaved, and their skin had circuit-like patterns etched on it, with embedded blue fluorescent lines, resembling the patterns of a circuit board. I felt an inexplicable physiological disgust.