Niv Masks Novels & Stories

“Yes… Could you, please, tell Albert to prepare some chicken soup?” “Right away, Nik,” the housekeeper said and went quickly to the kitchen. Blake was sitting on the bed with Iris when Nicola walked into the room a few minutes later. She had a mask covering her nose and mouth. “I found this in the master bathroom,” she said, then gave him one. He slipped a mask on and looped the cords around his ears. Nicola paced the box of masks on the dresser. “I’ll tell everybody to wear one when they come in here.” “Good.”

Though each guard had their own room, they had to move as a unit when anything happened. Looking at his face, Selina muttered: "If something happens, will you have time to put on makeup?" Nestor gave her a strange smile, reaching behind his left hip and pulling out a flesh-colored mask. It was a human skin mask. The mask's texture was incredibly realistic, down to visible pores and even a few blackheads on the nose. Selina's eyes widened in disbelief: "This is..."

I nodded, silent Just then, the door creaked open. My heart jumped a little. Please don’t let it be him. And it wasn’t. “How are you feeling?” Nick’s voice came out. I let out a quiet breath. “I’m okay,” I said, giving him a small nod, pressing my arm gently to my chest to calm my heartbeat. The mask was already back on my face, a bit tight, painful—but I couldn’t let it go. Ivana stood by the window, arms folded but eyes on me. “It’ll be difficult to wear this now…” I muttered, adjusting the edge.

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

Her voice softened instinctively. "They're just being careful. Like when you don't want to catch a cold." Aria tilted her head. "Should we wear masks too?" "…Yes." Ivy replied immediately, her tone grew firm. "We should." Without another word, she reached into the system storage invisible to her children. Two small masks appeared in her hand. She passed them back. "Put these on for me, okay?" "Yes, Mama," they replied softly. As she watched them through the mirror, carefully adjusting the masks over their tiny faces…

“That does little to reassure me.” Brandon leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Everyone here wears masks. Staff included. Patrons remain anonymous, and identities are protected. Think of it as… academic masquerade.” Hart reached into a sleek black box resting beside him and produced a finely crafted mask. It was matte black with subtle silver detailing—elegant. “For you,” he said, offering it with a small smile. Noah hesitated before taking it. The material was smooth beneath his fingertips, cool and unfamiliar. It concealed the upper half of his face—just enough to render him unrecognizable.

I ignore her attempt to make small talk with me and lead her to look for our table. As we approach the main gathering area, a waiter appears with a tray of ornate masks. “Alpha, Luna, it’s a masquerade,” he says politely, offering us the tray. “What! Shut the front door… who thought of such a brilliant idea,” Nicole’s eyes light up as she picks a sleek black mask with gold accents. She places it delicately over her face, adjusting it with a practised grace. I on the other hand grab a simple silver mask, slipping it on without much thought.

My face scrunches up. “Just about perfect,” Ava said. “Now for your mask.” She steps forward and my eyes go to her hands. There I find a red Venetian mask. Rhinestone and bead embellishments shimmer and catch my eye. The fabric applique and sequin flowers make it hard not to like it. “It’s beautiful,” I murmur. “It is,” Ava said.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

“The black one is good for everyday. The white would look nice if you were wearing a cocktail dress. And the brown is a good option if you feel like switching it up.” “Fantastic,” said Greer. “Here,” said Nate , picking up the black mask and helping Mira unwrap the gauze from around her eyes. As he pulled the mask over her eyes, Greer placed the remaining two masks into white boxes, which she then set into a shopping bag with her studio’s logo on the front. “Thank you so much,” said Mira , finding Greer’s hand to shake.