Sheep Mask Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

She turned it over in her hands, and her eyes widened slightly at the title embossed on the back: "The Shepherd’s Keep." She blinked, confusion creasing her brow. Her fingers traced the letters, her breathing shallow. She quickly flipped the book open, and her eyes scanned the first heading: “Code of Conduct.” Vanessa's forehead was lined with furrows. The words on the page seemed strange, almost esoteric, as if they belonged to some ancient society. She read the first three rules aloud in a whisper, her voice barely audible: *"The shepherd must protect the dignity and interest of his initiate at all costs, his gold and his silver"

She couldn’t decide which was more terrifying – facing a people who relished violence, or the Mer's inevitable and resigned acceptance of its necessity. “Samuel and I were hungry when we got here, and there’s a field full of very, very juicy sheep,” she told him as she pulled on one of Talen’s arms, wrapping him around her. He came compliantly, encompassing her with his big body, warm against her back, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Cameron objected. Apparently, they’re special sheep.” Talen laughed, his chest shaking against her back. “Did you manage to eat any before he interrupted?”

Moreover, a sports car like a Lamborghini would be the focus of attention as soon as it appeared. Maria truly didn't have the courage to let Charles drive her to school like this. Charles frowned, bent down and took out two black masks. He opened one and put it on his own face, then handed another one to Maria, "Put it on. Nobody will be able to recognize me." Maria blinked, feeling that Charles words made some sense. She was already running late for school because she had spent time covering the finger marks on her face that hadn't completely faded. Considering that, she didn't resist any further. She opened the car door, got in, and took the mask from Charles hand and put it on.

I lifted it. The leather straps found my skull. The cold steel pressed against my skin. The sensation was instant—a vacuum seal, a sinking into darkness. My name dissolved on my tongue. Lucy. A whisper in a storm. The vision hit me like a wave of ice. A mountain I did not know. A wolf the size of the sky, bleeding into the snow. A god kneeling, weeping, pulling the pelt over their own head. The first mask. The first prison. I gasped. The world snapped back.

he advised, but none of his words were getting to my head. I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol that was getting to me or the heartbreak, but I went ahead to wrap my arms around his neck. Still eager to see his face. “That is enough, I think your dress will be ready now” “Don't you find me attractive? Why doesn't any man find me attractive?" Tears welled up in my eyes again, but I was stupid to have reached for his mask and pulled it off. Before me was the most handsome man that I had ever seen, scarred with a giant scar on his face. Yet he remained cold, his gaze dark like he would rip me apart this instant.

Its white mask slowly disappeared. Beneath it... there was no monster. Only an ordinary face. Tired. Ancient. Almost human. It lowered its head. "So..." "The Author has remembered." Its body faded into light. The remaining masks vanished with it. Silence returned. The First Study stopped trembling. The lantern's flame changed back to gold. The White Book gently floated into Adrian's hands. New words slowly appeared across its cover. CHAPTER ONE HAS ENDED. The First Reader smiled. Not with relief...

Do they even have reception in the middle of the sea? It’s been two days on this godforsaken ship. They walk around barking orders and keeping the ship moving, still wearing their uniforms and masks. How do they not get sweaty with those masks glued to their faces? Minutes after that thought, a young slim warrior comes up to Alpha Damon, whispers something to him, and walks away after his Alpha's node. I watch him exhale a long breath, wipe his chest with a towel, and still… entirely. A heartbeat passes, then all the masked men as one, reach up to their faces and pull off the masks. Did he just issue a mind-link order to all of his pack members here? On a ship with thick metal walls, away fr

Inside, the space resembled a luxurious boutique with plush velvet seating, elegant vanities, and an entire wall dedicated to masks of every description… from simple silk dominos to elaborate feathered creations worthy of a Venetian carnival. "Select whatever speaks to you," Madam V said, gesturing to the display. "For your first visit, I recommend something that feels comfortable while still providing adequate coverage, it will make you feel more comfortable… safe." Honey approached the wall, her fingers skimming over the various options. She was drawn to a deep emerald mask adorned with delicate copper filigree that matched her dress perfectly. The mask covered from her forehead to just ab

Wolves in their human forms moved in and out of the entrance in masks and formal wear, and the air was thick with competing scents, cedar and pine and smoke and flowers, dozens of wolves pressed into a single space, each one carrying their rank and their power on their skin. At the entrance, a table held rows of masks arranged by design. Martin picked through them and selected one, holding it up for me to see. A white rabbit, delicate and feminine, with long ears that curved back and small pearls set into the edges. "A rabbit?" I said. "Trust me." He fastened it gently over my face, adjusting the ribbons at the back of my head. "A room full of wolves, and you walk in as a rabbit. Every eye i

She stood cornered, her mask hiding her identity, her heart racing against her ribs. The masked guard - his eyes dark pools of unreadable intent stared at her without blinking. "Remove it," he ordered, his voice low, dangerous. Her fingers shook as they rose.. She hesitated, then slowly lifted the mask from her face. The air felt too thin, her breath shallow as her features were revealed. What she didn't expect what she couldn't prepare for, it was the guard removing his own mask. His lips found hers immediately in a swift, and there was an unexpected kiss, soft yet possessive, as though silencing every word she might have spoken.