Sheep Mask Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"Hahahahahaha, I like you just like that, like a little sheep. You know what a sheep is, right? It's a white, soft, little hoofed, grass-eating type. When it encounters danger, it just runs around with its eyes wide open and ears pricked up. If the master wants to kill it for meat, just touch its head. It will cry and lie down waiting to be slaughtered." Mark smiled devilishly, "You are such a little sheep. You're easy to bully and stupid. I am a wolf. Wolves are born to eat sheep. Why should I let you go?"

“Have you seen a gorgeous girl with curly auburn hair and a sequined mask covering her face around here?" Someone else chimes in. “It’s my sister and we’d like to find her.” The man slightly turns to stare down at me and I shook my head vehemently, silently pleading with him to say no. “-messages are pouring in and everyone is shocked, for those who don’t understand let me explain it to you-” He sighs and turns back around to face the guys behind him. “I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here."

A few seconds of silence happened when the night sky was illuminated with colorful shades of glitters exploding and falling like snow consecutively. Pleasing to the eyes are these popping glowing flowers, yet I always keep in mind Dandeline's presence beside me. I can't resist staring at her although those lethargic eyes she has are the opposite of the cheerful lights. I lick my lips quickly to be ready for the words. "Have you seen the... sheep here?" "Of course, we've come across the farm." "Mostly in tales, sheep is the favorite meal of the wolves." "Yes, similar to the piggery of mankind."

With a deftness that spoke of her experience as a spy, she slipped into her room unnoticed and carefully concealed every trace of her previous attire, including her mask and sword. As she stood before the mirror, Lili, the proud warrior turned Mask Princess, recalled the exhilarating encounter with Head General Ybarra. She inspected her reflection with a critical eye, her lithe fingers tracing the contours of her faceless mask, her signature style. Her thoughts harkened back to her conversation with Ybarra, discussing the ranking of the greatest swordsman in Almario. Proudly, she whispered to herself, "I am the first one... the unparalleled sword woman of Almario. I am the Mask Princess.” As

yes I couldn't see her face since fog was all around her but I could still tell it was a she. "who are you " I ask but she didn't respond . the fog around her suddenly parted ways for her to walk through , every step she took was glorious and a sight to hold on to. she got in front of me and behold it was mask girl , her mask was a skeleton half facemask which covered from her nose down to her chin . she had a sword behind her back like a ninja , her dress was red in colour and her eyes red glowing . "you are a vampire " I mumbled "am an anti-vampire and am here to strike a deal with you alpha "she said and I arched my brows confused why a vampire lady just show up here and want to strike

being strong is the only choice. “Incoming,” she muttered, rushing to his side. Caleb jumped over the window and stood on the edge, holding one hand on the edge of the window and the other to help Care to take the first step. She slowly jumped next to him, clutching her diary tightly. Before they could take another careful step, the table was knocked down, the door was half-opened. Both of them saw a person fully dressed in black, like a spy and having an awful wolf mask. The wolf's mask looked like a real wolf's skin more than a mask. They can’t tell whether it’s men or women. That person is holding two axes in each hand. They can’t stare at it for more than a minute.

Chapter 73 Void *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** “What do you mean by that?” The man wearing a mask, their master, inquired Viego – as he was standing in front of him. He was trying to explain his men’s report to their mater – especially right now that he wanted them to find Leila and finally capture her.

Then he looked up, eyes hard again. “I feel it. But I also see the way she fights for us. The way she throws herself into the fire for wolves who don’t even know her name. If she’s playing a long game, it’s one hell of a commitment.” I leaned in, my voice a whisper now. “Or it’s one hell of a cover. Either way, the mask will slip eventually. It always does. And when it does, we’ll be ready. But until then… we watch. We wait. And we don’t let our guard down. Not for a second.”

Chapter one hundred and seventy four: The Masked Stranger Sophia's POV The evening was chilly this time. A little too chill for my complexion. A bit too chill for my heart. I stood out at the back of the packhouse, wrapping my arms about my chest, waiting. I did not realize how long. Every second gnawed upon me… agonized. The pack club manager then walked across the gate. The she-wolf by his side.

she asked with concern. "I saw him...I saw him...," I said, trembling with emotion. "I saw the father of my children. I saw my baby's father," I managed to say, my voice cracking. Amelia's eyes widened in shock. "What? Who did you see? Where?" she asked, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I took a deep breath before sharing my story with Amelia. I told her I had seen the mysterious masked man we had all been looking for, and shockingly, I recognised him. As I spoke, my tears flowed freely, and Amelia listened intently, offering words of comfort and support.