Royal Mask Novels & Stories

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.

It was a quiet dead-end far from the roaming camera crews and production assistants. She hurried after me, her silk skirts swishing against the marble floor. "Is something wrong, Your Highness?" she asked, her voice breathy. I didn't answer immediately. I leaned back against the cool stone wall of the corridor, watching her squirm under my gaze. Slowly, I reached up and unhooked the silver fasteners of my royal mask, sliding it off my face. The woman gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as she recognised the features of the Crown Prince of Ashmere staring back at her. She must have realised that I was the second newly invited bachelor.

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?

Just masks. Porcelain. Obsidian. Crimson. Pearl. One of them rose his mask glinting like shattered gold. He lifted a hand. And slowly, invited her forward. She moved forward. The echo of her boots on the glass floor rang louder than any applause she’d ever heard, each step an accusation hurled at the masked tribunal surrounding her. The Founder in the gold-shattered mask extended a hand toward the central podium. A perfect circle, etched with runes and symbols Velvet’s real crest, hidden from all their branding.

“Prepare the King’s chambers. I need the mask.” A few minutes later, Rowan stood before the ornate mirror in Derek’s private rooms. The heavy, ceremonial armor felt alien on his shoulders. A servant held the mask, a masterpiece of illusion crafted by the pack’s finest artisan. It was a perfect replica of Derek’s face, imbued with a subtle magic that clouded the eye and made the wearer appear taller, broader, more imposing. He took the mask and fitted it over his own features. The world became slightly muted, the air tasting of metal and enchantment. He looked in the mirror and saw not himself, but his Alpha.

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.

he chanted and picked one of the mask on the basket, placing them on his skull, so that the loose ends covered his face, leaving his lips, eyes, nostrils, and jaws exposed. The mask was crafted to have a fierce beak like that of a hawk. It was the King himself that had picked this mask for him. A sweat sensation surged through the man's stomach as he sauntered into the cave. The Hawk. That was his identity within the stones. The King had selected a Hawk for him after he had proven faithful and reliable. Now he also had another information that would interest the Lord of all. Maybe after this, the King would change his mask from ceramics to silver or gold. Gold mask was the highest of all. It

“They never told us. They collected it and moved it out, always under strict watch. Even the guards didn’t know where it went. But I heard things... whispers. A few times, I saw men in white coats. Doctors. I think... I think it was being used in the cities. In hospitals. For something important.” The hairs on the back of my neck bristled. This wasn’t just about labor. This was deeper. Purposeful. Something far more sinister. “Was there any kind of pattern? A schedule?” He gave a weak nod. “Before the masquerade. That’s when they made the biggest shipments. The royal masquerade, every year. Said it was part of tradition.” I narrowed my eyes. “Who attends this masquerade?” “All of them,” he s