New Goblin Mask Novels & Stories

Her squad started to set up while Timothy was bounded on the trunk of a tree. "Alec, can you distribute the content of the bag?" Khloe directed, earning clueless looks from us. Alec frowned as he peaked inside the garbage bag before he took out a black fabric. One by one, he tossed them to us which likely a robe or something before he revealed a creepy rabbit mask. "I heard you love rabbits," Khloe said, smirking at Tiana. "As a symbol of your revenge, we're going to wear those masks." Allison chuckled while Tiana's eyes glowed in excitement.

The girl's eyes water with tears and my heart aches at the site. "Is there a problem my Lady?" A woman in a black dress and black gloves speaks from my side. Her hair is tied in a neat bun at the back of her head, she has a pointed nose and thin lips. Her eyes have tiny wrinkles at the corners and she smiles at me but I don't smile back. The little girls go silent and I hear a them gasp, I look to them and see them all tense as the one who touched me shrinks back into her friends who slightly push her forward.

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

"Just… go get me my favorite breakfast. I'll be downstairs in a bit." She smiled wearily at me again. "Okay. Take your time." After she'd left, I limped into the kitchen mirror. Same brown eyes. Same long black hair. Same bloody curves. "Still the same old Selene," I said to myself, exhaling. "Oh goddess do something." I opened my closet and started stuffing my backpack with nothing but tomboy attire. Hoodies. Loose shirts. Loose jeans. If I was going to pull this off, I had to look like a boy. I could just get the rest from Liam anyways.

"I didn’t come here for a debate. I came to take back what’s mine. Leadership. Antonio was smart enough to prioritize his granddaughter’s safety, but now I want to meet the so-called ‘new boss’ of your group." Guiller glanced back at his team, who parted to create a pathway. Out of the shadows stepped a tall figure, dressed in black, with a sleek wolf mask obscuring his face. His movements were deliberate, his presence commanding attention. Giovanni raised a brow, unimpressed. "Oh, what’s this? Some kind of gimmick?" Guiller’s reply was calm and matter-of-fact. "Our new boss has a strict rule: no showing his face." "Whatever," Giovanni sneered, his smirk growing wider. "I’ll rip that ridicul

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

This pack wasn’t like that border one, gloomy and reeking. Here, joy hung in the air... a night market packed with delicious food and beautiful goods. "Buy a good-luck mask! Animals favored by the Gods!" A tiny stall crammed with colorful masks caught my attention. They had all kinds: foxes, wolves, even some insects with big red eyes. An idea hit me. "Come with me." I squeezed my male’s rough, warm hand and led him to the stall. A young man greeted us with a smile. "I want that wolf mask..." I pointed at one I thought Archer might like.

Gerth was angry. It was not an uncommon state of mind for a Goblin, as they were usually angry about something. What angered Gerth at this particular time was his own gnawing impatience. And a growing animosity toward their leader. The Goblin tribes had welcomed the enigmatic stranger, primarily because she had promised them power and conquest. Initial doubts had been vanquished when the magic user had demonstrated considerable talent in the Art, and promised that such powerful magic would be used to aid the Goblins in their invasion.

‘I’ll have to make sure the same thing doesn’t happen again…’ That was why he was here, to begin with. Rey was also wearing what he deemed a more appropriate disguise compared to Noah’s makeshift appearance. Using [Mimic], he transformed into an adult, pairing it with a black mask he had crafted in the Hobgoblin cave from Orichalcum, fitting his face perfectly. He had done this little side project to pass the time, so he hadn’t expected it to play such an important role now. His cloak was raven black, obtained by sewing a dark robe he got from the Royal Estate together with the fur of the NightWolf he killed.