Night Ninja Pj Mask Novels & Stories

Pockmark Mask now. ***

I looked down to see a small transparent box with a needle inside. "It's silver laced," she said quietly. "One jab will knock him right out, it doesn't matter how big he is." I closed my fingers around it. "Thank you." “Don't mention. We have to look out for ourselves one way or the other.” She gripped my arm tightly. "Don't let him hear fear in your voice, it will only excite him.” I nodded then I put on my mask. It was made of ivory porcelain and only covered the top half of my face, leaving my mouth visible.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

My fingers shook a little as I opened the file. Inside was a mask. A sexy black mask made of soft lace and shiny silk. It would cover the eyes and upper face but leave the mouth and jaw free. Delicate black lace patterns swirled around the eye holes like dark flowers. Small shiny crystals sparkled at the edges under the street light. Thin black ribbons waited to tie at the back of the head. It looked mysterious and dangerous. The kind of mask strippers wore when they wanted to hide their identity but show everything else.

"I'm so jealous! You look amazing! Tyler is so going to drool all over you." "Thanks." I said, but it came out really quiet. It was almost too quiet to even be heard by Emily. I let out a sigh and walked in front of my long mirror that could reflect my whole body. I did actually look nice the front pieces of my hair were pulled and clipped at he back of me head and I had on a spaghetti strap black dress and a black masquerade mask. I love wearing these masks because sometimes you can't tell who the person is because they're covering there face. Especially if your a brunette. There are a lot of brunettes in my school.

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

It copied the silhouette of my dainty body perfectly—elegant yet provocative, a weapon in fabric form. I turned to the vanity and picked up the black mask. Lace edges framed my eyes, feathers curling at the temples like dark wings. It tied with silk ribbons, transforming my face into something mysterious, untamed. Enzo stood slowly, his chair scraping back. He looked at me, really looked, from the mask down to the hem brushing my ankles. His chest rose with a sharp inhale. “What the fuck, Nina,” he said, voice rough. Then he cursed in some strange language—Italian maybe, or Russian—words tumbling out in a heated rush. His eyes darkened, jaw tightening as he took a step closer.

He was wearing a black jacket and a mask. “Why hasn’t Chintya shown up yet...” Damian muttered.

He blinked rapidly, trying to adjust. Before him stood a man—a shadowy figure wearing a mask that obscured his face completely. The mask was expressionless, cold, almost inhuman. The air around him felt heavy, charged with menace. Without a word, the masked man stepped forward and struck. A harsh punch landed squarely on Julian’s jaw, sending a sharp shock of pain rippling through his face. His head snapped sideways, teeth grinding painfully. Julian gritted his teeth, swallowing the scream that threatened to escape. The pain was raw, burning deep into his skin and bone. The masked man’s fist came again, faster this time—a relentless barrage of blows that hammered into Julian’s ribs, stomach,

“Two days before the crash, this ghost was on Hera’s tail. Same mask every time. I pulled footage from different cameras. When I try to run facial recognition, the mask fries the signal. Some kind of active jammer built in. It looks like a custom made military mask. I’ve never seen anything like it.” My stomach drops. “He is protecting himself, guarding his identity.” “He is very intelligent and cunning.” Justin spins the chair to face me. “Zero, listen. If they survived the river, then this guy is still hunting. And if the headquarters is compromised…” He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to. I stare at the frozen image. The blank mask stares back, cold and empty. My hands curl into fists wit