Royal Mask Novels & Stories

Roy pulled off the black mask, revealing a face where two-thirds of the skin was covered in harsh scarring. A large burn scar stretched from the bridge of his nose down to his upper lip. The skin at one corner of his mouth had clearly fused and tightened, blurring the shape of his lips. Even the droop at the corner of the eye that had shown above the mask made sense now. A vicious scar ran from the corner of his eye down across his cheek. Zion quickly looked away and pretended not to see. At last, he understood why Roy always wore a mask.

Their rich oil deposits and rare Earth minerals had probably had something to do with England’s acquiescence. She held her breath as the prince came into sight, battling the latest surge of nerves. Her first sight of him wasn’t the professional evaluation it should be. Instead, she noticed his lean, toned physique displayed by the tight white tank top he wore. It wasn’t what she would’ve expected from a Prince, but she couldn’t argue that it certainly highlighted how muscular his arms were—which reminded her that she was there to work, not ogle the Prince.

“Master wants you to wear this dress with this mask. I would have to agree with Master. Master picked the perfect dress for your skin tone and shape. Master will be here shortly, so we better get you dressed.” I slipped into the dress and felt like a little more expensive than a two-dollar hooker. What was the prince thinking when he picked out this dress!!! It was a dark forest green silk satin dress with a “V” neck and sleeveless sweep top with a long train and two slits that reached up to my hip bones exposing my thighs. The pleading around the waist accentuated my breasts and curves. The back of the dress was high, so my tattoo was covered, but it curved around my ass which meant, NO PAN

Ella didn’t have a regular hairdresser just finding someone in London or a nearby town. The spray was removed from Ella’s hair, leaving behind a gorgeous light golden blonde colour. Her hair, styled in a renaissance fashion, was elegantly tamed with waves flowing down to her waist and pinned back at the sides. She couldn’t help but run her fingers through her long, cascading curls, marveling at how they framed her face so elegantly. Ella never showed her hair in its natural state. No one in town had ever seen it. Em had been utterly amazed. The fabric used for Ella’s mask perfectly complemented her dress, showcasing beautiful shades of green, blue, and purple. Not a single feather adorned it

I addressed the imposter, a layer of disdain barely hidden beneath my words, "From now on, may I call you Rina? I hope you don’t mind, as I wanted something to call you something exclusive for the both of us. " She nodded, her lips curved into a coy smile. “Of course, my Lord. I’ll be honored.” With careful hands, I offered her a mask, an embodiment of her lies. “What is this, my Lord?” she queried. "From now on, you will wear this mask until our wedding day," I explained softly. My eyes locked onto hers, a silent promise in the air. “No one in Blood Rose should see your face except me and Ashford. I am doing this to protect you from our enemies. Do you understand that?”

“I cannot be parted from her. I think my curse only stops when I hold her. And I have some bad news – my mask seemed broken, so I cannot risk putting being away from her until we can find a way to repair it.” Khailis’ spirits became filled with worry. The broken mask was indeed a tough predicament. The mask was especially commissioned by the late king from the Great Oliander, the most skilful mage of all time. It was the only thing in the world that they know of to have effectively stopped the prince’s curse. However, the great mage had died years ago, and he left no apprentice as everyone with special powers (including mages, if they resisted) were put to death by the present king, Prince L

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

He wore a mask, just like the other Counts. It was rule in the Ball. The Counts and Countesses that were invited were to wear a mask so that the Nobles and Royalties do not see their faces. As the man walked, the people watched with their mouths parted. They whispered to each other. "Who is that?" "Is he a count?" "I believe he is the rumored Count of Erana." "He is wearing a mask." "Do you think he is attractive?" "If the counts are attractive, then why wear masks?" The man's lips formed a sadistic arc. From above, the King did so too. He knew it was going to work. With proud eyes, the young king retraced his steps and looked down over to the Ballroom.

Riona rememberd what he said, how could he be the alpha of the midnight pack when he is the exact opposite of what she had heard of him, she couldn't even hate him after hearing that from him especially since she has seen a soft side to him, one she guessed he had only for his people and her. Just then Riona's felt her hand touch something on her bed, she picked it up and brought it into view. Her mask? She was sure she left it behind, did Lia send it over? It had a note attached to it. For a minute she recalled her confession to Lennox as her hand stroked the mask. "Put it on now and don't take it off, " Riona whispered to herself, reading what was on the note. As instructed Riona put on th

he declared. Mask Princess simply shrugged and replied, "Too bad... My name is already on it. It's mine." She then leapt up into the air and vanished into thin air. The Crown Prince hastily ran after her, but his efforts were in vain. With an irritable look on his face, he noticed Mask Princess's name once more, which was inscribed on the stone. He tried his best to rub it off, but all his attempts were futile, so he opted to write his name beside Her’s.