Mysterious Mask Novels & Stories

But there he is, lounging on the couch like he’s been there all along, his eyes fixed on me with that look that makes my pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons. I swallow hard, my hand still gripping the window handle as if it could offer any kind of protection. The warmth from the shower vanishes in an instant, replaced by the cold dread curling around my spine. He steps into the pale moonlight, and for the first time, I notice the mask—different from the ones he’s worn before. It’s the kind people wear to masquerade parties only that it has two bull horns on each side, the mask covering everything from his forehead down to his nose, leaving only his lips exposed. Those lips, twisted into

“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.

asked the mysterious person. He wasn’t that distant from our current position, so I was able to get a glimpse of his appearance. He was taller than I was, and his chestnut hair kept on flowing along with the wind. He was wearing a mask to cover his entire face, and only his eyes were visible. It was definitely black. "Huh?" I murmured to myself when I noticed his resemblance to someone I have known for years. My heart started to go crazy as I carried on with my observation of the newcomer, which is most probably another pureblood vampire and ranked higher than Jazpher, judging from how he reacted.

Nathaniel stood by my side, his unwavering support and love serving as a constant reminder that I was not alone in this journey. But just when I thought the storm had finally passed, a new twist emerged, threatening to shake the foundation of our hard-earned peace. One evening, as I returned home from a long day of rehearsals, a package awaited me at the doorstep. Intrigued yet cautious, I opened it to find a meticulously crafted mask, its porcelain surface adorned with intricate patterns. A chill ran down my spine as I recognized the mask. It was the signature symbol of an enigmatic secret society, rumored to hold immense power and influence. Fear gripped me once again, as the memories of t

she told me, very matter-of-factly. The other issue I kept bringing up was about the mask. To her credit, she had managed to find one that was relatively lightweight but fit snuggly and did a pretty good job of rendering me unrecognizable. It was a Guy Fawkes mask, like the one from the movie 'V for Vendetta', all white with a big smile, curly mustache and thin goatee. My concern was less about them recognizing me through the mask and more about how to explain why I was wearing a mask at all. I hadn't spent a lot of time around male strippers, but I was pretty sure that they didn't normally wear masks. To address this, Rachel had come up with a pretty elaborate backstory.

It was still an extremely familiar bronze grimace mask, with a forced smile and a forced cry, containing an inexplicable weird aura. It was exactly alike the mask showing up in the sect relics of the antiquity times in the Western Rock Mountain Range, the one which that mysterious person was wearing. Furthermore, the fluctuating aura of the flaming Qi was also extremely familiar. It meant that the red figure before him was the mysterious man with the bronze grimace mask who had singled out Ding Hao to kill him.

* Liam found himself focusing on something else. He was looking out to see if there was any movie being shot nearby or if he had stepped into a location. But his search was futile, because none of that was happening. *He doesn't look dressed for a masquerade party either. Weirdo.* He almost spat out as the button was let lose. "I'm sorry." The stranger said before continuing on his race. Liam paused and looked back. *He seems to be in a hurry somehere.* He thought and was about to continue his sprint when he realised he wanted to do something before he bumped into the masquerade mask stranger.

No wonder this man openly fires kills somebody but doesn't get arrested. I seriously can't bear to stay with these people anymore. I will have to look for a way today. Every guest here I'd wearing masks. And some guests are wearing the same kind of mask. If I try.. Then maybe I will find a way out for me. I fix my mask which was a cat mask that covered the upper half of the face, and for Leonardo, he's wearing a scary mythical creature mask that covered the side half of his face. We were already late to the party as in the centre of the room there stood a beautiful table with a huge 7 storeyd cake in there.

I’ll figure out how to get out of here! Isabella’s POV All I could hear around me were the chilly echoes of solitude. It was dark, and it was nighttime. While I was stuck in this empty maze, I could hear crows fluttering their wings in search of escape. In my dreams, I found myself stranded in a vast maze with no way out. I encountered dead ends at every turn. A shadow figure in a long black robe and a skull mask of what appeared to be a goat with enormous horns caught my blue eyes as I cautiously gazed around. There seemed to be a sinister vibe surrounding this unidentified individual. Curious to see what was underneath, I stood looking into the mask’s eyes. I followed the masked stranger a

In the next instant, the suite's electronic lock clicked open. I could not help but smirk, a sly grin spreading across my face.