Novel & Cerita Naruto Fanfiction Broken Mask

The one who showed me kindness when no one else would. The prince! I turn away, my skirt catching on the stones as I hurry back toward the cellar. I need the mask. My footsteps echo against stone. I reach for the mask that made me feel beautiful and alive. Slowly, I press it against my face and tie the ribbons tight behind my head. The mask still fits perfectly. I step back outside where Lazlo and Mireth are waiting. Their expressions freeze in stunned disbelief. Nearby, Ferna and Nimera stand close, their faces the most unpleasantly shocked of all—hard, cold, and unwilling to accept what they see.

Once he was close enough, I jumped on his shoulders, trapping his head with my legs and pulling at the horns. When he held me up, trying to strangle me, I realized he was not mortal because dark hollows replaced his eyes, and he had no face. If I took off this mask, he would be dead. I held on tightly to his horns as he staggered with me and tried to pull me off his head. I held on tightly, pulling at his mask. He groaned and hit me on trees to get me off him. I yelped but refused to let go. I pulled and pulled until the mask came off his head. I crashed to the ground with it and watched him as he staggered about, disappearing like smoke. I groaned and lay there on the floor, breathing heavi

I was the only wolf that wasn't tied to her and that she didn't have control over. Then the mask came crumbling at her touch. A muscle tightened in the pits of my stomach. That was impossible. That mask could only leave my face when I pulled it out. And it could never be broken, still. My hands balled into a fist as she tried to fix it quickly; instead, her hands found themselves caressing my face. "I am truly sorry, Alpha Callum, I didn't mean to break it. I will get you a new one." Her acting was flawless. She meant she didn't plan this fake mate bond with Alpha Kenneth? Or that she wasn't aware of their plans to break the mask with whatever sorcery they had acquired.

Then the air around her bent like heat over asphalt, impossible, raw power pushing outward and Draco’s face changed. The grin that had been a mask folded into a spasm of pain. He clutched at his throat as if someone had wrapped a wire round it. He cried out, a sound that was a laugh and a curse and a broken animal all at once. Something in him ruptured, his aura recoiled like a flame smothered. “NO!” he roared, stumbling back. His hand flew to his face, clawing at the mask as if he could peel it off and scrub the sting away. “You witch! what have you done to me?”

I roared wanting to break out even though I needed an embrace, a person to sob in his arms. "I can't leave you in this state" he whispers, his voice muffled against my skin and I part my lips slightly as though I'd say something but couldn't. I just ended up breaking down as he embraced me from behind. "Take your hands off!" I ordered again using a hand to break his grip. He did just that and I inhaled softly as I ran back to the safety of my room, I didn't look back. The mask, Alaric's mask, forever seared into my mind.

I got hooked on this clarification. “There, in the vault, I repulsed his attack on you, and instead of attacking again, he lashed me in the face with a lasso, ripping off the mask. It seemed to me that seeing my face was more important to him than stopping you. And then he stared at me like he saw a ghost. I'm not complaining, he got distracted and missed my punch. But it's all so weird... Yes, very strange. “I think I broke a couple of his ribs,” Venira boasted. I strongly doubted this, but I didn’t want to upset my friend, so I only smiled weakly.

like the word might break if he held it too hard. "Staying. With you. At Blackthorn. I'm done running and I'm done hiding and I'm done being the woman behind the mask. I want to be Sera. I want to be your mate. I want to stand beside you and rebuild what we both broke." His jaw was shaking and his eyes were full and he was holding my mask in his hands and looking at me like I was the sun coming up after four days of darkness. He reached for me and I let him pull me close and his arms wrapped around me and the mask was pressed between our chests and his face was in my hair and he was shaking against me and I held on and let him shake.

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

he instructed, gesturing to the masks that were lying in front of us. "Dad, mine broke," I said, holding up the broken mask for him to see. "What the fuck did you do?" he asked, shaking his head in exasperation. But then, seeing the disappointment on my face, he softened. "Here, take mine," he said, handing me his mask. Gratefully, I took the mask from him and placed it over my face, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me as the lights in the room began to dim. Suddenly, a voice came over the speakers from the front of the room, and I felt a thrill of anticipation run through me.

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."