Royal Mask Novels & Stories

C6: A NEW DAY AT THE PALACE Searching, her eyes wandered till they landed on a masculine tall man who stood out amongst the other soldiers he took regal strides as he walked to a seat one like a throne at the other end of the hall. He wore a black royal robe, his face was masked, there was something off about his silver coloured mask; she couldn't see his eyes, one thing she needed for confirmation. One thing was certain this man before him screamed danger whereas she was comfortable with the stranger.

At the end of the path, standing under an altar made of rusted chains and white roses, was Ruan. He took my breath away. He was wearing a black suit that emphasized the massive, powerful frame of his body, but it was his face that destroyed me. The hardness was gone. The King’s mask had been laid aside, replaced by a look of such raw, unadulterated adoration that I felt my knees weaken. His blue eyes were fixed on me, and in that moment, the rest of the world—the Board, the war, the blood—simply ceased to exist.

A man in a silver mask stood before me, sword dripping scarlet. That beggar writhed on the ground, clutching the hand that no longer bore its fingers. The others, shrieking in terror, scattered like startled rats. The masked man inclined his head to me. Before I could speak a word of thanks, he turned to leave, vanishing into the night. Only a single royal gold token remained where he had stood. … The days slipped quickly by, and at last, my wedding day arrived. I wore my bridal gown, my adornments few and plain.

“That rule applies to all but the royal family. Whatever you do, be kind to them.” I gave Nicholas a look, hoping to indicate that I would never be unkind to anyone. He offered a small smile in exchange. He knew that. But he wanted to warn me. I nodded, understanding. Zale continued to speak, “You will know who is of royal blood because only the royals are permitted to wear crowns.” “The larger the crown, the more important the royal,” Nicholas whispered to me. I nodded, grateful for the tip. “Now,” Zale continued. “If you are ready…?”

she whispered, and dragged me through a series of secret corridors. I stopped as we walked past a balcony. My eyes widened at what I was seeing. A man in a golden mask and golden armor, was standing before my father, with a sword whose radiance was blindening. His cape which stretched from his back was made of expensive guanaco, silk and jewels. He was probably the Royal wolf emperor, the overlord of werewolves, whom even the Lycan king fears. His mask looked handsome with a crest on it. His lips and nose looked like it belonged to someone breathtaking.

Prince Raphael asked. "Because it was the Crown Prince's Event your Majesty. And it was his official declaration as the Crown Prince of our Kingdom" My secretary immediately replied. "Have you already seen your official seal as the Crown Prince your Majesty?" Prince Reuz asked. "Yes my official seal was the one which I will be unveiling tomorrow. It was a Dragon wearing a crown." I answered while showing my ring where a replica was placed. I asked why my secretary turned his back at me when I showed the ring.

I swiftly grab a pair of his pants, rolling up the pant leg and finding a belt so that it does not fall off. As well as one of my maroon, velvet coats. To keep my identity hidden, as well as to keep me warm. It has embroidery at the ends of it. The royal crest, in gold, a moon, crescent, with a young man's face. The moon has a crown atop its head. The young man's eyes wander down to the nautical, north star in its cavity.

His eyes were pools of liquid gold, glittering and glowing like the Sun. "And Sierpenti's Dorm Commander, Naval King of Kozen Akademis, First Prince of the Kingdom of Malecoy, His Highness Prince Murien Larimar Samudra." The masked man motioned at the prince on the corner left. He was in a sumptuous azure blue coat, graced with sapphires, lined and threaded with silver. On his neck was a stone blue cravat, bejewelled with an aquamarine brooch. His hands were gloved with black fabric which remained on the side of his black pants, which he slipped under a couple of knee-high boots.

Memory. A crowned man formed from thousands of blue lights. His face remained hidden behind a silver mask. Every ghost dropped to one knee. Astraya bowed her head. The false king turned. For the first time, fear entered its face. The masked king pointed toward Raiken. BLUE BLOOD. Then toward the false king. STOLEN BLOOD. The door shook. The silver crown flew from the false king’s hands and landed at my feet. The royal mark spread across my palm.

“Yes, Alpha.” He sauntered off toward the bathroom for a quick change while she seized the opportunity to gather the masks. The occasion was a masquerade-themed extravaganza, Raymond’s chosen concept. Her fingers danced across the masks’ surfaces, each telling a tale of elegance and charisma. The first mask, resplendent in gold and adorned with rubies, caught her eye. A fleeting glance at her attire reassured her that it harmonized seamlessly with her crimson dress. Next in line was a sleek black mask, its glossy velvet covering exuding an air of mystery.