Mysterious Mask Novels & Stories

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

The third festival was a masquerade filled with wonder and excitement. Everyone’s true identity was hidden under masks and elaborate costumes. I was wearing a modest white mask and Gregory wore a blue mask with a large bent beak that would have made him unrecognizable had it not been for the fact that I had already seen it before the party. Everyone was anonymous under their mask and I spent a long time trying to decipher the identity of the guests.

"Perhaps it was just wishful thinking from the start, like some ignorant village hick thinking that a lottery ticket would make him the richest man in the world. But there's just no comparison… if only I'd just restrain myself and stick to spending my winnings, then this wouldn't happen at all." Frank smiled and nodded. "You're right. It's such a shame that you had to run into me… Come on, give it to me, and you'll have your wish." Masked Man then took off his mask and threw it to Frank. As Frank took it, he turned back toward the other man to see that it was still a void under the mask. But curiously, a strange sea of stars seem to shine within that void. "You have the support of the best s

Nothing is private anymore. In front of her was the man who asked for a hand in marriage to Duke Raziel. He had his usual blue tailored suit that hung his body perfectly. He had his mask on his face that covered his nose and lips, but his infamous red eyes were staring at her, his black hair shining as the sun glistened from the window. She couldn’t read his face as he remained stoic. He was always wearing a mask to cover part of his face for unknown reasons. They said it was because he hides his ugly scar somewhere on the cheek...that he was a beast and the strongest...Well...that’s what the rumors say about him.

“And a mask.” A mask. It might be the same kind that the murderer was wearing. Illegally modified masks infused with the power of an Anomaly that can conceal its presence? That would explain why only Alisa could sense and track him. Jester hoped that they hadn’t been able to make a lot of those. “These silver pieces…are they jewelry?” Alisa asked quietly. Jester glanced at her curiously. There was something in the tension in her shoulders, a slight, almost unnoticeable change, that caught his attention.

They enhanced natural pheromones, made it impossible to hide what you really were. They're using moonflowers. Tonight, at the ceremony. When everyone's gathered together. Jason's legs gave out, and he sank onto his bed, staring at his shaking hands. My blockers won't work. Not with moonflowers in the air. Everyone will know. Everyone will see what I really am.

"It’s not over, Naomi. Not yet." Then, before I could ask more, Julian raised his hand again, and a man stepped forward—a man we had never seen before, his face hidden behind a mask. The masked figure held up something in his hand—a small, black device, and pressed it into Julian’s palm. The air was thick with anticipation. Damian tensed beside me, his eyes narrowing. "What is that?"

It would only make her bleed quietly. Damien stepped closer, lowering his voice. “There’s something you need to see.” He led her past the ruined edge of the boundary, down a narrow slope toward where one of the attackers had fallen. A single object remained, overlooked by the guards in their efficiency. A broken mask. Aria crouched and picked it up. The material was unfamiliar. Not metal. Not bone. Something older. Inscribed with faint runes that pulsed weakly when her fingers brushed them. Her breath caught.

"I’ll come back. When I can stand beside you without hiding. When I can look you in the eye and know that what we have is real." "And until then, I’m supposed to pretend you didn’t mean anything to me?" She smiled sadly. "No. Just remember me kindly. That’s all I ask." They stood in silence, the garden swaying softly around them. "You know," Ethan said finally, trying to lighten the mood, "I always wondered if the mask was hiding some hideous deformity or if you were just trying to look mysterious." She laughed through her tears. "Maybe both. I do have a slightly crooked nose."

"Umm—" "Of course you're in." I haven't yet decided it but he want me to take a yes. He was wearing a mask, made by Abaca fiber, too. He seems to have a cough or something. I can't see his whole face. But, his silver lightning eyes was sharp that doesn't miss a thing. I think he wants to befriend with me. He almost touched my skin so I managed to move a litle bit away from him. Who is this guy?