Naruto Fanfiction Broken Mask Novels & Stories

It was also a very embarrassing reality. "This isn't what it looks like," I mumbled, blushing, though I knew that was a stupid thing to say. Jace finally cracked a smile. He took a step closer to me, so we were in arms' length. He ran his fingers down my chest, touching the itchy fabric. I shuddered, for his touch was always enchanting. His hands then travelled to my mask, and he carefully took it from my fingers. He twisted it in his own hands, examining it carefully. He finally looked up and grinned at me before caressing my black painted face.

"What kind of deal? Tell me" "You take off the mask, I'll find you in my world, get married to you and make you an Alpha in stead of a Luna" "You think all of these is a joke to you? You only have the key to this mask, I don't know how to take it off so if you're not going to do that for me, just leave." "I can't leave. Tell me, how can I take off this mask? I need to see your face now more than ever"

"What an entertaining show. Brava, Dr. Seville! Now, let's send the three of you to the police station to explain yourselves." Mr. Preston froze momentarily before smoothing out his expression. "Explain ourselves? What do we have to explain? We were just discussing work with Dr. Seville here. What evidence do you have to arrest us?" He turned to the surveillance camera on the rooftop. "That camera's been broken for a week." Of course, he'd broken them himself. "Surveillance cameras? I don't need that." James tilted his head and stepped aside, revealing a whole throng of people behind him, blocking the stairwell.

With a brusque motion, he tore off the black mask that had always hidden his face. It was the first time I had seen the true face of the Cursed Alpha since I arrived here. He always wore that mask, a barrier that separated him from the world. But now, with his eyes fixed on me, the truth was exposed. His skin was marked by dark spots, deep scars, and burns that deformed a part of his face—the marks of the fire I believed had taken his life.

. ZANE. I knitted the ends of the mask in place, a slow smirk straddling my lips. The voice modulator had been set into the mask as well, keeping my voice firm and altered. I’d taken cautious, slow steps, one foot after another, then finally pushed open the door. My breath caught for a moment. My heart stilled. Time stopped. Nora—well, fuck. Nikita was standing, dressed in fishnets and nothing but little star-shaped tapes on her nipples. She had chains glistening on her waist, her hair packed up tight and the end knitted into a pig tail. She looked… terrific.

My head snapped back and I tasted copper in my mouth, but I didn't let go of her because I knew if I did, she would just disappear into the woods and I might never see her again. We rolled over the rocks and I managed to get on top of her for a second, and in the struggle, I reached out and grabbed the edge of that bone mask that had been hiding her from me for so long. I pulled at the leather straps until they finally snapped under the pressure, and the mask broke right down the middle with a sharp crack that echoed off the trees, while the two halves fell away into the running water of the creek.

Daniel, the IT staff Damien sacked The fourth arrival came in his footsteps silent, his posture impeccable. His mask is a simple thing—smooth obsidian, featureless except for a single crack that ran diagonally across the face. He was known only as the Broken. There was something unmistakable about him, a cold, coiled danger that radiated from every line of his body. He took his seat without a word, his eyes hidden behind the mask, but those who watched him could feel the weight of his presence. Tristan Miller

"You're threatening to kill the only other person I have a chance with. You're breaking my sister's heart. And I am still branded into your stupid fucking pack." He just pulled me closer, "you can't be angry forever love, this controlled, neutral act you're pulling, won't last. That mask will break." His face came up inches from mine. "And I'll be right here when it does."

That broke something in me. “I haven’t lost anyone yet,” I snarled. “But you? You’re going to wish I killed you when I had the chance.” I dug deep, calling on the seer’s magic I grabbed the pendant and slammed it into the nearest thread. It shattered in a burst of silver flame. The boy collapsed, breathless. The Masked Alpha screamed in fury and began to fade, his image rippling with fury and smoke. “You haven’t won,” he hissed. “This is only a dream of death. When he wakes, he’ll be mine again.”

My fingers curled into fists. “You’re throwing your life away,” he said—snarled. Because the mask had cracked. He was seeing the real me, and I was seeing the real him, too. He rose from his chair. “You’re allowing one heartbreak to turn you into someone I don’t even know.”