Sheep Mask Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

She could break—but she would break for me. I rolled to sit against the headboard and pulled her onto my lap, gripping her hips as she sank down onto my cock with a strangled moan. “That’s it,” I growled. “Take me again.” Her hands flattened against my chest, fingers flexing, and then—her eyes flicked to the mask. Her breath caught. “Can I…” she whispered, voice trembling. “Can I take it off now?” I nodded once. She reached up with reverence, fingertips brushing the jawline of the rabbit mask before lifting it slowly—revealing my sweat-damp hair, the intensity in my eyes, and the aching love I didn’t bother to hide.

Ping! The group’s main quest immediately updated itself, and Zen wondered why they were collecting sheep in the middle of nowhere. They were in the middle of a hilly grassland with nothing but green and cotton clouds as far as the eye could see. Yet, there was not a single sheep in sight. Where would they find the sheep or the shepherd? “Could you at least tell us what the sheep look like?” Zen asked exasperatedly after reading the quest. There were no descriptions, only an indicator they were to collect five lost lambs.

Looks like they knew about the mess Howard planned but did not try to stop it. My mom looked really worried too, but I gave her a look that said, "It's okay, don't worry." Then, with everyone watching in shock and confusion, I revealed Elias's true identity. "Oh my gosh! The groom isn't Howard!" "Where did the real groom go?"

V1 mocked with a smile. " Ai! Rei! Mait!" A fake sheep yelled at the crowd. Suddenly from the back, a fake sheep was hurled at Manor. It was much different than the normal fake sheep, it was slightly bigger. Manor was ready to slice it up but when it came nearer it turned into mental. Manor was surprised at it and was barely able to deflect it away. The mental fake sheep crashed and crushed other fake sheeps killing some off. Terrius immediately scans the area looking for something. " Ai! Rei! Inu! Kit! Dom!"

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

Ancient. 'Now let's go heal our pup and Ps, you don’t need gloves and the mask,' my wolf tells me. 'You won’t get sick even if you get exposed. You were born to face the sickness and heal it.' I don’t hesitate. I slide off my gloves. Unhook my mask. And breathe. For the first time in hours, I breathe deep and nothing stings. The sickness can’t touch me. I rise slowly and walk to the living room where my mother lies weakly on the couch. Her skin is pale, her lips dry, and when she sees my bare face, panic sparks in her eyes.

I’ll figure out how to get out of here! Isabella’s POV All I could hear around me were the chilly echoes of solitude. It was dark, and it was nighttime. While I was stuck in this empty maze, I could hear crows fluttering their wings in search of escape. In my dreams, I found myself stranded in a vast maze with no way out. I encountered dead ends at every turn. A shadow figure in a long black robe and a skull mask of what appeared to be a goat with enormous horns caught my blue eyes as I cautiously gazed around. There seemed to be a sinister vibe surrounding this unidentified individual. Curious to see what was underneath, I stood looking into the mask’s eyes. I followed the masked stranger a

What used to be a dog—a creature that possessed the hollow, rotting eyes of a dead thing—is smiling. It wasn’t a baring of teeth. It was an expression of pure, predatory amusement, its lips pulled back so far they tore at the corners of its mouth, revealing layers of glistening, raw muscle beneath. It held that smile, static and frozen, while its head twitched with insect-like precision. "They're starting to wake up," the stranger noted, his voice devoid of emotion. Inside the paddock, the silence broke. The sheep began to moan—a low, discordant sound that wasn't animalistic, but unmistakably human. The sound of a thousand people drowning at once.

She wiped them away after a while and sat up slowly. Then she led down, her hand slid beneath the bed. Her fingers closed around something cold. Metal. She pulled it out slowly. A silver mask gleamed in the faint firelight. Moonfall. A gathering where wolves wore masks and identities vanished. A place where strangers met in the dark. A place where dangerous things happen. Celeste ran her thumb over the edge of the mask. A slow smile spread across her face. “One night of being no one”. She lifted the mask and held it against her face.

Without hesitation, Philip released the little guy from his arm. The imprint of the White Marsh royal family flickered for a while before a figure appeared in front of Philip and Panther. It was a docile golden lamb with shiny golden fur all over its body, and it had an arrogant expression. When the exotic abyssal beast saw the White Marsh, it was obviously a little scared. It howled with fear from the depths of its soul and stopped moving. The White Marsh bleated like a sheep, and with this cry, Philip clearly felt the exotic beast trembling.