Sheep Mask Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The basement floor was a scene of depravity. Seeing that her threat failed, Vicky struggled against her restraints as hard as she could. It only loosened her blouse and bared more of her fair skin, stimulating the lust of the masked men instead! The man in the dog mask chuckled sleazily. "Don't worry, Ms. Turnbull. I'll be gentle since it's your first time… Hahaha!!!" With that, he lunged at Vicky. "Frank…" Vicky murmured helplessly just then.

Chapter 1 I sit in front of my mirror, my reflection staring back at me. My straight chestnut-coloured hair is piled on top of my head into a perfect bun, and the off-the-shoulder blush coloured top and high-waisted black lace skirt adorn my body, hopefully portraying me as a confident young she-wolf ready to take on her role in this pack.

And my soul? Yeah, it tried to run away. This… thing… was tall. Nightmare tall. Slim like a shadow, someone stretched too far. Moving like smoke pretending to be a person. A mask covered its face—smooth, blank, empty. No eyes. No nose. No mouth. Just darkness shaped into a face. Its steps made no sound. Its presence made the air colder than my ex’s heart. Goosebumps attacked my skin, but I tried to stand strong. “Don’t look at the mask,” Cullen’s mother whispered.

ARIA I stay quiet, still processing. He gave me a choice between him and Rizz. As he leans closer, his heartbeat synchronizes with mine, growing louder than a drum. “Answer me…Hailey.” “Who do you choose?” Suddenly, a guard announced…” The masquerade is about to start. Grab your masks, everybody.” “I need to go.” My lips mutter softly but he doesn't intend to move even an inch. The glowing flame in his green eyes is flickering continuously, struggling against his wolf, which is crawling underneath his skin and bones.

My arm screamed in pain, pain I gladly welcomed as a distraction from the sight of the monster she had become. "Get up," she commanded, her voice suddenly devoid of the frantic edge it had held moments ago. She stood, smoothing the wrinkles of her dress. "You have exactly one hour to look presentable. The board members are arriving, and Rhea will be here soon. You wouldn’t want her to see you like this, would you? Broken and bloody?" She walked to her vanity, picking up a heavy, ornate mask. It was a silver wolf with bared, snarling teeth. She tossed it onto the bed next to my head.

I muttered a spell, taking the clothes off me and replacing it with the ones I was wearing before they left. “honey!!!” my mum screeched, running towards my room. Panic flooded my brain, as my mum made her way to my room. “you would not believe what happened” she sounded heavily excited. I muttered, using the last of my strength to cast another spell into my room just as she opened the door to my room. “you are back” I tried to sound excited, but it seemed almost impossible. “you would not believe it honey!!” she said, going off on how the masked person out rightly rejected the Alpha by running and how there was a whole chase.

I watched quietly as a group of children ran around wearing crude animal masks, their laughter echoing. One of them, a little girl barely seven, handed me a mask shaped like a fox. “For you,” she said shyly before running off. I held it gently. A fox; clever, quick, always surviving. Maybe that meant something. Mason approached me then, his own mask tucked under his arm, a wolf with silver markings. He smiled softly, trying too hard to look unaffected, too careful in that way he’d been since we agreed things between us would stay strictly platonic.

Michael finally spoke. His voice was smooth, firm. “Take this.” She turned to him, and her eyes fell on the object in his hand. A mask. A deep black, embroidered with silver. His gaze met hers, unreadable. “Put it on. And don’t take it off.” She hesitated. Only for a second. Then she swallowed and took the mask, sliding it into place. The moment it covered her face, a strange sensation settled in her chest. As if she had just crossed an invisible threshold, stepping into a world where identities were hidden, and truths were carefully concealed.

Once he was close enough, I jumped on his shoulders, trapping his head with my legs and pulling at the horns. When he held me up, trying to strangle me, I realized he was not mortal because dark hollows replaced his eyes, and he had no face. If I took off this mask, he would be dead. I held on tightly to his horns as he staggered with me and tried to pull me off his head. I held on tightly, pulling at his mask. He groaned and hit me on trees to get me off him. I yelped but refused to let go. I pulled and pulled until the mask came off his head. I crashed to the ground with it and watched him as he staggered about, disappearing like smoke. I groaned and lay there on the floor, breathing heavi

"Let me lead, Rowan. These are high-strung animals." I looked up at him, my eyes shining, and paused. His face... it looked different. The "High Alpha" mask had slipped, replaced by something almost... human. We stood there for a beat, caught in the sudden shift of the air. Then he blinked and led the way into the barn. "Alpha!" a young groom with sandy hair called out, bowing his head. "He’s ready. Calm as a summer pond and twice as deep." Mason nodded, leading me to the final stall on the right. He stepped aside, gesturing for me to look.