Personajes De La Máscara Novels & Stories

A mask covering part of her face. Standing between the two most powerful enemies in the supernatural world like she belongs there. "We couldn't extract clear pictures of her face because of the mask," the assistant says. "But based on the timeline and the description, I suspect she is the same woman. The intern." The man, Aaron De León, though he hasn't used that name in five years, leans back in his chair. A slow smile spreads across his face. "So." He picks up the cigar again. Takes a long drag. "My dear brother has belittled himself to partner with his arch enemy. And even acquired a lady young enough to be his daughter."

The others froze, reaching for their weapons out of reflex. "What is it?" Mara murmured, looking around the bushes. Lena answered, her voice hardly audible, "We're not alone." Chaos broke out in the jungle a few moments later. From the darkness, a gang of masked people appeared, moving quickly and synchronised. Their features were hidden under intricate masks that made them appear almost ethereal, and they were dressed in dark, light armour. "Ambush!" Elias yelled as he smoothly pulled out his bow and let go of an arrow. One of the assailants was hit by the arrow and fell silently to the ground.

You don't know who might be waiting for you," he orders softly. “I saw him tonight,” I whisper before I can stop myself. His eyes squint. “Who?” "The Man in the Mask." “What mask?” His stiffened body, "Black. He was just standing there—" Ezra's hand drops. "You're sure?" "Yes He's breathing through his teeth, with cloudy eyes. "Then you shouldn’t have come home alone." ′Ezra... He walks past me, headed for the door. "Stay inside," he tells me.

"I watched my sister beg Nicholas like a coward and all he did was just treat her like she was some stray dog." My voice cracked with emotion. "It is all my fault, Marcus. I brought him into our lives and now my little sister is having to pay for my mistakes." "Don't cry, my dear. It is not your fault. No one could have guessed he was a monster. No one did. He wore his mask really well and played his role even better, fooling every one of us. So don't be hard on yourself." Marcus consoled me.

Ever since she joined our department under Luke's mentorship, I'd noticed her patterns. Under the guise of compassion, she would flaunt what people thought was kindness everywhere, often at the expense of others. When something went wrong, she would act like an innocent victim, garnering everyone's sympathy. "Amanda, you're going a little too far…" "Shut up!" I glared at Brandon. In my past life, he had played a significant role in my death, too. Now, he was so eager to jump in and defend her.

What was that? That was the real James' face? Cassian was shocked and infuriated. He'd read about people using masks that looked like human skin in novels before. The characters used those masks to hide their identities and disguise themselves as other people. However, those characters never used masks made from real human skin. Marty, on the other hand, had gone a step further. He had literally skinned James' face to make a mask for himself. It was truly inhumane.

he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable. The woman took my purse, before we continued down a long corridor lined with white drapery and silent guards, until the hallway opened into a vast underground chamber, a grand hall with arched ceilings and tables that seemed to stretch into infinity. Around it sat men and women dressed in white, every one of them masked. Each silver tag bore a different symbol or name: Viper. Oracle. Raven. Saint. Delta. And as I looked closer, recognition struck like lightning through my chest. Masks, name tags. This wasn’t a gathering, it was a council.

* He said to himself as he sat on one of the vacant stools in front of the counter and requested his drink. "Thank you." He said as he grapped the glass and placed his lips on it. He turned to the back to look at the people who were in the bar and it was then that he realised that they were dressed masquerade theme. Everyone including the waiters and waitresses had masquerade masks on. *Wtf!* He swore as he looked around. Then he remembered why the front was so colorful before he came in. God only knows what they were on about. But then his memory flashed the words in front of him.

I shake my head, clicking my tongue, “No, I’m alright standing. Thank you.” Taking a deep breath, she starts dropping everything that happened since she disappeared with Frank at the party. She overflows me with an amount of information about the past months that my heart struggles to take. She tells me how she got into a secluded place with the masked stranger but, of course, as she didn’t have the same stupid agreement I had made with Ruggerio, their masks dropped instantaneously. As they were both running fake profiles, they recognized each other immediately and panicked as they realized who they had come to the party with. Being already undressed, Nina was left behind by Frank, who bolte

The character was feminine, but not very well represented in that boy's mask, bulging eyes, grotesquely curved eyebrows, large red lips open in a smile with too many sharp teeth, long and pointed nose, rosy cheeks with prominent cheekbones, all in one evil grimace. The third boy: Brighella. The jester of the Zanni's deceptions and intrigues. Masks with oblique olive eyes, almost tanned brown skin, red cheeks, comically elongated and deformed nose, dramatic defined eyebrows, abundant French-cut mustache, lips closed in a wolfish and twisted smile. Last but not least chilling: Polichinella. The ruffian, philosophical and pimp whose mask has a normal hooked nose, eyes with wrinkled eyelids, a c