Tanjiro Fox Mask Novels & Stories

“Ugh, true.” He suddenly snapped his fingers. “What if your name has something about your mask? You’ll be wearing it in the pictures anyway.” I looked down at the small silver mask lying beside me. He had ordered them not long ago and it arrived in a jiffy. He’s really excited for this. “Oh yeah, every mysterious designer needs a mask. I got you three. One silver, one black, one full-face with crystals. No big deal.” I picked up the silver one.

I looked down to see a small transparent box with a needle inside. "It's silver laced," she said quietly. "One jab will knock him right out, it doesn't matter how big he is." I closed my fingers around it. "Thank you." “Don't mention. We have to look out for ourselves one way or the other.” She gripped my arm tightly. "Don't let him hear fear in your voice, it will only excite him.” I nodded then I put on my mask. It was made of ivory porcelain and only covered the top half of my face, leaving my mouth visible.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

The two of her men left in the room instantly turned and faced me. They each had on a black cloak and mask, as Raven had on when I had first caught her. These two wore a fox and a tiger mask, unlike Raven's raven-shaped mask. If I remember correctly, the fox mask was Fox, one of Raven's love interests. Which should be one of the twins characters. The one with the fox mask shoved the other one through the window before standing in front of it.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

Over her natural hair, she had pinned an ash-blonde bob wig, the jagged, modern cut altering the very shape of her face. ​But it was the mask that transformed her into a legend. ​Fashioned from reinforced white ceramic, the mask was a haunting masterpiece. It was a fluid fusion of two apex predators: the cunning, pointed features of a fox blending into the ridged, majestic scales of a dragon. Most striking was the faint, rhythmic pulse of violet light emanating from the "scales," a soft glow that flickered in time with her heartbeat. It was the face of FoxDragon. ​Justice walked into the room, adjusting his tactical gear, and stopped so abruptly his heels skidded on the marble. His jaw dropp

Lex perused the masquerade, feeling somewhat elated by the fact that he was indistinguishable. He adjusted his white and gold mask that covered his entire forehead but extended only to half of his face. The overall colour was white with an acrylic effect. The gold highlighted the eyelids and accentuated the mask.

Alex interrupted. “The mask allows us to shift into anything we want, both human and animal alike—something an ordinary shifter isn’t incapable of,” Jeffrey enunciated. “T-Murek seems like the only member who doesn’t wear a mask. Could it be that the face he is wearing is not his real face?” Derik thought aloud, interrupting.

I noticed his smirk, just like the guy before who disguised himself as my coachman, this man wore a mask as well, but I couldn't figure out what creature it resembled. "How was your sleep?" I gave him a menacing look, but to my surprise, he burst into laughter. "You look adorable when you're mad, princess. I just can't help but adore you," he said, chuckling. "Hey Teofilo, cut it out. You better step away from that noblewoman," reprimanded the guy who'd walked in. He is wearing a lion mask and has long black hair that falls to his shoulders. So, is this how everyone in this rebel group looks? They are all wearing these fascinating animal masks.

The tailor has listened to our exchange, and he disappears for a few moments before returning with everything Zayden described. ‘I hear it’s a masquerade ball?’ he smiles. ‘It is indeed. Do you have masks?’ I ask him. ‘Yes, I have masks,’ he says as he retrieves a bundle for us to look through. I choose a black mask that covers all of my forehead and my nose. It covers enough of my face that no one will be able to recognize me. Zayden comes out of another room to show us his outfit. He looks amazing. ‘Alright. We will take those, and he will need boots,’ I say, looking at his bare feet.