Sheep Mask Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“Start with this one.” The cover showed a small brown dog with floppy ears and a ball. Simple enough. I flipped it open, staring at the neat rows of letters. They looked like runes at first, except… They were empty. My eyes just scanned the page, and frustration immediately rose like a wave in my chest. “What does it say?” I asked before I could stop myself. Marcus leaned forward, pointing to the first word. “D-o-g. Dog.” He tapped the picture. “This is a dog.”

Blood spattered the ground, hot and bitter. Daisy moved like shadow and lightning combined. Her wolf form—snow-white with streaks of silver—was unmistakable, a spectral figure of legend. She wove through the fray, each movement precise, merciless. With a single swipe, she brought down a wolf twice her size, her jaws locking on its throat until it stilled. Her mask remained, fused into her fur like a haunting crown, reminding all who faced her that she was the Masked Alpha.

They were battered, broken, and hunted by the most powerful man in the world. But as Saoirse raised her hand and summoned a small flame to warm them—a flame that was now mirrored by a tiny spark in Tristan’s hand—she knew one thing. The game of masks was over. The war of fire had begun. End of Chapter 13

In the back of her skull a voice hissed: Return what is broken. Her knees wobbled. “I think they want the mask,” she said. Silas’s knuckles went white around his sword. “Then give it to them.” “I’m not sure that’s safe.” “Keeping it isn’t either.” The wolves circled, silent now, their paws making no sound on the stone. Their numbers filled the chamber, a living mural. The air turned icy; each breath came out as mist. Somewhere deep in the walls, a low rumble started — the sound of rock shifting under strain.

“The white wolf.” “Indeed she is.” I put my mask back in place, securing it with a smile. “Now it’s time to meet her.”

I frowned as I knew no one has the talent to break in my shield. "That's not possible." I muttered slowly and looked at him in confusion. "Would you believe if I show you the person took me here?" He spoke every word very carefully. I nodded my head. How did I not sense a stranger's presence in my realm! He went out and I heard some unclear whispers. He walked in covering the person walking behind him. My wolf perked up in curiosity and sniffed the air. The person had his scent masked. Surya looked at me concerned and frowned before revealing the person I least expect. I took in a deep breath and sighed out loudly.

He had passed the arms around her waist and kept the head leaning against Bianca's shoulder, taking thus, the blissful scent with deep inspiration. The Frenchwoman repeated to herself in the loop, "it is a wolf," to explain the impossibility of disengaging it from her. He gave her the impression of a big dog that would want his master's cuddles. "Maska?" she called softly when she had enough. "Rooooh?" replied the Alpha, moving his head towards her like a dog waiting for his master's command. "I need to go to the restroom," she announced as she tried to sit up.

The first page was :< a lion is always proud and he can do just what he want to do this is the freedom of a king but my freedom was taken the day we killed our friend with our hands in this day i felt I'm no more a king of all the halfs I'm no more a free creature> He turned the page < it was a big mistake we did ,it was a catastrophic decision we made we regret this a lot, but it wasn't normal what we did i felt like we were puppets the masked man controls us but i don't know how ,maybe the others did not notice but i did maybe because of my sense of freedom or maybe my animal instinct, now after years i ask myself who is the masked man and when he joined us in all my memories we were just

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

Chapter 14 FACE MASK! That was Alexa’s solution to hiding her lips from Aslan. Thank God she had brought boxes of masks from Manila to Escobar. She used them in the hospital, so she had plenty on hand. And now, she used her weapon against the rapist, Aslan. She faced him confidently wearing her pink hospital mask. Disgusting. He was her mother’s lover, and now he had kissed her. Aslan was revolting. And what was this?