Scream Brandon James Mask Novels & Stories

“And if you ask about her face, I didn’t know about that as I never see it since she always uses a mask due to personal reasons, but the mask won't be a bother because it's one of her characteristics, and the audience loves the mysterious beauty aura behind that mask.” “Mysterious beauty?” James snorted. “Tsk, what beauty? How come you can call it beauty if you hide it, huh? What to sell in here, if you hide the face?! If you say that people see a mask dancer as mysterious beauty then you can say that my ass also holds a mysterious beauty aura as it always hides behind my pants and…” KRING!!! In the midst of their conversation, James' phone suddenly vibrated which interrupted his statement.

[Prepare my mask,] James replied to the message and his phone vibrated again almost immediately. [Only the mask?] the other party asked. [Yes, I'm not playing today,] James answered and locked his phone. The driver peeked at James, who was looking at the passing scenery outside the window. He was hoping to feel a bit calm after going to the exclusive club. Especially because of how pent up he was because of Laura’s teasing over the past few days.

Brian gave a few more stomps for a good measure before barking, “Spit it out!” By now, not a single patch on James’ face bore any semblance of normalcy—it was all blue, black, and purple all over. He was never quite the looker even before Brian’s violent makeover, but now, stained by a mixture of blood and tears, he looked like the stuff of nightmares. It was a face that Brian would not want to look at twice.

I climbed in, and Bryce wasted no time in starting the engine and driving off swiftly. “Here, this is your mask… It has my name printed on it,” he said, handing over the mask to me. Reluctantly, I accepted the mask and studied it briefly. It would be useful, concealing my true identity. No one would recognize the Alpha of the Ocean pack and the Luna of the Blackwood pack among the partygoers tonight. Bryce glanced at me occasionally, concern etched on his face. He knew I was going through a rough patch, and he was doing his best to support me.

Stay behind me," Luke growled, his voice dropping into a low, predatory register. "And what happens if Brandon's already in there with some Omega? Or if you're sniffed out before you hit the threshold? You’re not just dodging him. If any of the Silver Moon enforcers catch your scent, they’ll howl for Cole. You're wearing a full-scent mask and a disguise, right?" Cass halted, looking back with wide eyes. "A disguise. That’s smart. It’s a full moon masquerade tonight. I’ll grab something at the market."

You need this job. James’s gaze shifted briefly toward Brandon, who was wrestling with a photocopier that seemed determined to eat his documents. A sharp frown creased James’s brow. “Why are you here?” he demanded. Brandon shot him a grin. “Working. Shocking, I know.” James’s jaw tightened. “This is dangerous. You need to stay out of sight until matters are settled.” His voice dropped, colder. “And don’t drag her into this. She doesn’t belong in your world.”

The next morning, Brandon dragged himself into the Silvercrest office looking like he’d been run over by a snow-plow. Ethan looked up from his files. "You look like hell." "Mike played me, Alpha. He forced the pace from the first glass. I was under the table before I could even bring up the firm. But... I did see something." "What?" "He has a massive scar on his skull. Hidden under the blond hair." "A surgical scar?" "Yeah. It looked like a full craniotomy." Mike had carried Brandon to a room, and in the process, Brandon had caught a glimpse of the jagged line near Mike’s temple.

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.