Noh Masks Japan Novels & Stories

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

Regor asked her. She smiled and spoke again. "Sure!" She replied softly. "So, because you'll just come with me later. Can you just take your mask? I saw your face again last time so take off your mask please,"he asks her. "Sure. But it's not allowed to show it to everyone. You know that I'm also protecting my dignity. So, can I come later? Let's go out." "Okay. By the way, what time can you go out?"

“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.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

he giggled. “You can go now then,” Noah scoffed. My mum, who’d been quiet for a while, stood and picked up her bag. She leaned in and gave me a peck on my forehead. “Looks like you’ve got a lot of company here. I’ll go home and bring some of your clothes,” she said and left. Right after she left, Niko spoke again. “Did you see the guy’s face?” “No, I didn’t. He was wearing something like a mask… but I feel like, if I see him again without it, I’ll recognize him,” I replied, and he nodded.

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

'' 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.

It feels like the kind of high-stakes operation she’s only seen in movies. Before she can react, Noah takes the mask from her hands. His movements are swift yet deliberate as he secures it over her eyes. His fingers stay longer than necessary, his touch steady, grounding. She catches his gaze just before the mask blocks her vision—a silent reassurance, a wordless promise that he’s in control.

When she meets Kiara’s eyes she shrugs, “He will not like it but there is no other way.” When Nia comes back into the tent, Kiara is dressed in red lace embroidered with gold threads. She keeps rubbing the material between her fingers, it is soft, rich, delicate, like a single pull would rip it. Kiara notices the box in Nia’s hand, when Nia opens it, Kiara sees an intricate mask sitting on a velvet pillow. The mask is white, designed all over with red and gold lines, matching the colours on her dress. there are two carved out slits for her eyes, but none for her mouth. Nia places the mask over her face and secures it in place, the mask’s nose fits snuggly over Kiara’s and she begins to panic

) Store Owner: "Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to remove your mask, please. After the last incident we had with a Dheus Ehx Machina employee in here, we can't just let people walk around with them anymore." Kimora: (Staring at the tall yet burly man asking her to remove her mask. She calmly mumbles under her breath.) "Distortion.." (Then saying aloud.) "Wait...did that just not work?" (Remembering Her mask restricts her powers she silently cursed to herself. ) Store Owner: "Miss, I have a business to run. I don't have time for your games. If you want to play games please stick to the consoles. Outside of that, I'm going to ask you to remove your mask or please exit the store."