Red Hood Domino Mask Novels & Stories

The air was frigid, synthetic, and smelled faintly of ozone, crystallized lead, and ancient, dead dust. Dominic walked at the vanguard, his broad, muscular frame casting a massive silhouette against the dim, crimson light of the conduits. He wore his heavy void-plate armor, the meteor-steel pauldrons gleaming darkly under the alien glow. His dark runic tattoos pulsed along his bare neck and arms with liquid black solar plasma, ready to detonate at a moment’s notice.

"Dominic was here earlier. Did you expect me to show my messy bedhead to him?" "I wasn't aware that he was coming." "Looks like you aren't aware that you are a lowly servant either." "I am sorry, Yo---" "Shut the fuck up and prepare my hair mask. Turns out that Dominic has a thing for redheads." She tossed her beautiful golden blonde curls looking in the mirror and said, "I need my hair dyed. Get my dress from the seamstress first. I want to make sure that the color and jewelry don't clash with my hair."

I asked. Domenico’s brow furrowed, answering my question. “I wish I could kill him again right now.” I turned and got my first good look at him since I left him in the car what felt like days ago. A deep red stain covered his shirt and I immediately pulled the hem up. “It’s Roman’s,” he assured me as I ran my hands across his skin. While the blood was Roman’s, the bruising underneath was caused by someone else. It was obvious he’d been punched and kicked, but I had a feeling there were more corpses out there.

I snarled. I didn’t care that this lord Tyrel could hear me. There was no way I would let her near any of the men who had gladly sought my death. Damon sighed and held my hand again. I wanted to slap his hand away, but it was warm and relaxing , a contrast from anything I had witnessed all night. “The reason why Rogu was able to get so many people on his side was because he used magic. Some of my men were infected, but now the black magic is gone, I promise you.”

He sat perfectly still, but every line of his body screamed power. ​He wore a polished silver mask that covered the left half of his face, where the worst injuries were rumored to be. The mask was cracked in one place, giving it a brutal, shattered look. His visible features were sharp: a strong jawline, and one eye deep, icy black that was currently fixed on the patterns in the carpet. He looked like a fallen king, ruined but still terrifying. ​"Anya," my father mumbled, shoving me forward. "Meet Alpha Ronan."

Every movement, every flicker of candlelight, added to the magic of the night. A staff member stepped forward to take our coats. As Liam turned back to me, I noticed something I hadn't before… His domino mask. A silver design, covering the upper half of his face. Reaching up, I touched my own mask, the same silver, delicate and refined. A perfect match.

“Fucker pissed me off.” “The guy in the black hoodie? With the mask?” I hold my breath and inspect his injured hand, my hands slightly trembling. I make him sit on a chair before I grab the first aid kit. “Where's your ring?” Dominico mumbles after I sit in front of him. His brows crease when my lips remain shut tight. I clear my throat and tear open a pack of adhesive bandages. “Which one?” “The ring I gave you.”

She assured him, "No, Dom, you're acting strange tonight, but I have nothing else to hide from you." Dominic looked at the woman in front of him, dressed neatly in black and white, with delicate makeup. Every inch of her seemed to be a disguise. Gone was the shadow of the innocent little girl from childhood. Disappointment filled Dominic's eyes. No more beating around the bush; he directly pierced through, "You're not IronRose at all." Tiffany's face, as if wearing a mask, stiffened. She tried to remain calm and asked, puzzled, "Dom, what do you mean?"

Taking his time to terrorize the girl that he perfectly knew was watching him, as she kept describing him to the guy that was with her. The guy couldn't see him, he knew. That was not the first time they crossed paths in life, but Domi had never been able to see him. "Dominik, he's still coming. Please, believe me! He's wearing black pants and a black, fitted trenchcoat that he wears closed on the chest and opens in his legs. The hood covers his face partially, and that's why I can't see his eyes, but I know he's looking at me. He has something in his left hand, it's like... a rod, and it has a snake on it.

"Yes, back then you were covered in blood, and I hid you in the hotel. But the next day, you disappeared! I thought you had been kidnapped!" "The kindness of Miss Sable is something I will always remember," Dominic Blackwood said, his tone flat. Scarlett Hayes, sensing an opportunity, leaned in closer. "Dominic, aren't you curious about the face behind this mask?" Dominic's eyes remained expressionless. "Of course..." Just as Scarlett was about to remove her mask, he interrupted, "At that time, I was in disguise. Did Miss Sable perhaps have x-ray vision to see through my facade?" Scarlett felt as if she had been struck by lightning; all her nerves went numb, and she struggled to process his