Royal Mask Novels & Stories

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.

She knew I wouldn't fail to entice every eye in this huge hall with my dance. My hair, black as ebony, was flowing down my back, with little crystals hanging from the golden hairpins. My eyes resembled the thin, silk dress I was wearing—sea green. Even the thin cloth I wore as a mask had the same color. My nose down to my chin was covered by it. It was always like that. As part of the palace rules, an entertainer is not allowed to let any of her audience see her face. A mere slave couldn't offer more. I placed one foot slightly behind the other, bending my knees as a respect to His and Her Majesty. The moment I rose back to my stance, another rhythm enveloped the hall and it was my cue to st

When they were done eating, Emery was the one that stepped forward and was about to take away the empty plates but Royal Concubine Hazel stared at her. "Why are you still wearing that mask?" she asked with a worried look. A crease on her porcelain-like skin was formed on her forehead, showing genuine curiosity. Emery lowered her head to avoid meeting her gaze and replied, "I shall be taking it off when my duty's over, Your Highness." Emery even had to fake her voice and make it a pitch higher so she won't be recognized. She wished so hard that the royal concubine would simply ignore her since it'll be more hard work to speak with her.

“Anyway, I prefer to be modest this way.” “Well, it’s your call,” she shrugged her shoulders and thereafter pulled an item from the vanity table, “And the last touch is this.” I took it from her hand and wore it without the need for a tie. Lord Mage Aizen had wittily imbued magic on the masks so that they wouldn’t fall off our faces. “His Majesty won’t have any difficulty recognizing you, Your Highness. We are sure of it,” one of the maids exclaimed, bearing pride in her eyes. The second one giggled as if she knew already my appearance would affect a certain lengthy muscle of the king’s.

I threw on a leather jacket to block out as much of the outside world as possible, but I wasn't stupid. If I went out looking like myself, the paparazzi or my father’s guards would have me back in the palace before I could even order a drink. I grabbed a small, flesh-colored patch from my side drawer—a high-grade tech mask. I slapped it over my neck, feeling the cool tingle as it fused with my skin, completely locking in my royal scent. To anyone else tonight, I’d just be an ordinary, unbonded Alpha looking for a good time. The Cupid Den was a sweaty, dark hole on the lower levels of the city, exactly the kind of place a prince shouldn't be seen in.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

“Masks, outfits, magical protections. And maybe a crash course in not pissing off royalty.” Elias sighed, already dreading what that meant. Dorian smirked, eyes glinting. “Oh, you’re going to look stunning in red.” --- The preparation room looked more like a royal dressing chamber than anything else. Velvet-covered mannequins displayed tailored suits and robes enchanted with subtle shimmering runes. Masks floated mid-air, choosing their preferred wearer, glowing faintly as they reacted to each person’s aura. “I don’t even know what half of this is,” Elias muttered, eyeing a sleek black mask adorned with obsidian feathers.