Night Ninja Pj Mask Novels & Stories

'' you ask, ignoring her question. Shirley got the hint that you no longer want to talk about it and drops the subject. ''Yes. You have to wear only this,'' she says showing you the thing in her hand. ''It looks like a Zorro mask except no holes for the eyes,'' you pout out getting out of the contraptions you are wearing. ''It was sent by one of our customers. He will be bidding tonight'' Shirley says and puts it over your eyes. The face cover covers your eyes and nose.

Justin warned while squinting his eyes at his mate. "Okay, so she is going to be around all the people present in the room but her face will be hidden behind the mask?" Patricia asked while checking out the mask in her hand. It was red in colour and is going to hide both of her eyes and the right side of her face, the other half was bare for everyone to see but they won't be able to recognise her if she wears it. On the other hand, Athena's mask was really beautiful. It's going to cover her full face with a lot of artistic patterns drawn in the red mask with a golden border, matching her dress perfectly.

The Judge’s brass gears whirred frantically, unable to process the data. Panni stepped out of the chamber, her skin glowing with a faint, residual warmth. She walked straight to Jian and struck the porcelain mask with her open palm. The mask shattered. Beneath it, Jian’s face was a ruin of scars and tears. He looked at her, not with malice, but with a terrifying, hollow despair.

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

I pulled a sleek, midnight-black carbon fiber mask over the upper half of my face, concealing my identity entirely. Tonight, Malakai Thorne would realize that a new apex predator had entered his territory, and she wasn't asking for reasons anymore.

I haven't slept since. I laid on the old cotton bed with the wooden frame underneath. It wasn't as soft as you think. I let my eyes slowly wind down, closing and letting everything drift me to sleep. It was better than the eerie silence of Kali's cave but not as nice as Mattie's Cabin. "Jamie," yelled Jofrorli, rushing into our barracks wearing a mask similar to my own. The shade was a different color, a different material. "What do ya think, dashing no? I look like a real assassin now."

In a world full of blood, illegalities, and other bad things,. Amethyst adjusted herself. He didn't wear a mask because he didn't need to let it be known that he was Nightmare, the one feared by other mafia members, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline and focus. Tonight, she would fight not just to win but to reclaim a part of herself that had been suppressed for far too long. As much as possible, she wants to release everything inside her—all her emotions. As she approached the group of opponents from the De Rosel Mafia, she could see their eyes narrow, sizing up the newcomers.

he teased, his voice low and playful. I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile. "Just making sure you haven't lost your touch." "Trust me," he said, stepping closer, "I haven't." I turned my attention back to my own gear, strapping a knife to my thigh and tucking a small pistol into the holster at my side. The black, form-fitting outfit we wore made us look like shadows, ready to slip into the night unnoticed. Giovanni handed me a mask, identical to the one he wore.

He gave out a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. The rest of Saturday night passed in a blur of homework I couldn’t focus on and a weird, restless energy humming under my skin. By Sunday evening, that energy had twisted into full-blown nerves. The masquerade party was tonight. ********** Soon it was night and I could already hear the noises from the hall. I looked at Janna from my mirror, and she was already done. She was putting on a purple shimmer dress, and beside her was her purple feathered mask.

After Plan B was finally determined, it was already past midnight. Jessica went back to her room to take a quick shower and then went to bed. As soon as she opened the door, Jessica saw a tall man standing up from the sofa, stumbling towards her. "Mask! Are you alright?” Jessica thought Mask might be sick, because he walked staggeringly and his face was very red. It looked like there was something wrong with him. Mask did not answer. Hearing Jessica’s voice, the man found it harder to control himself... Mask’s pupils dilated with a note of danger, like a fire was lit up and burning in his eyes.