The Cast Of The Mask Novels & Stories

The woman stood still, her body tense. Her golden mask, a true work of art adorned with gemstones, concealed the upper part of her face, revealing only her lips and chin. It was more than just a mask—it was a masterpiece. Elijah's expression darkened as he whispered to his subordinate, "After all this searching, you bring me this?!" The subordinate stammered nervously, "S-Sir, we hired the best private investigators in Centrolis and followed your leads. This is the result."

They all hit the ground head first, and by this time, breathing was becoming more difficult for them all. "P-Please don't kill us." "Motherr!" I exhaled a sigh. The remainder of the masked group was one or two years older than me, while half were children my age or younger. "Are you not going to speak?" I shook my head. I then approached the individual who appeared to be the leader and tore off the mask he was donning. His cheeks were sunken, his face was malnourished, and his eyes were surrounded by dark circles. His lips were chapped and purple.

“Because I ran into Ms. Scott earlier on the porch, and she doesn’t seem to recognize me without the mask.” I gasp. Kristoff frowns. Lora’s pupils dilate. That voice came from Professor Julian Sebastian... Thus the golden mask... Oh my God! I catch my mouth. What did I just get myself into?

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

Mandy asked, he wanted to take Craig but then he picked Gregory. "I think Gregory..." "No! Craig, the cold man, he is just like Mr mask." "Mr Mask! Hm." Lauren echoes it. "Who is Mr Mask?" Lauren asked like he didn't know, Mandy wanted to stand from him, and he pinned her down. "Is me right?" Lauren asked, Mandy, facepalmed and holding her ear to indicate she was sorry, Lauren smiled. "Why do you wear a mask?" Mandy asked. "If I tell you that, will you stop calling me that?" Lauren asked.

“That does little to reassure me.” Brandon leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Everyone here wears masks. Staff included. Patrons remain anonymous, and identities are protected. Think of it as… academic masquerade.” Hart reached into a sleek black box resting beside him and produced a finely crafted mask. It was matte black with subtle silver detailing—elegant. “For you,” he said, offering it with a small smile. Noah hesitated before taking it. The material was smooth beneath his fingertips, cool and unfamiliar. It concealed the upper half of his face—just enough to render him unrecognizable.

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

I tugged my corset with my hands. "Well look who decided to show up." Maria smirked. "The man across us, you see him?" There was a man cladded in a black tux, using a gold mask to hide his identity. All that can be seen are his bold green eyes, he had a boy about my age next to him with a similar mask to his, with the build he had plus the dark hair and the same green eyes as the man next to him. It was obvious that he was his son.

"Buddy, whatever happens, don't take this mask off, okay?" As she secured the mask on Mason's face, Damon and Luca walked up to them.

Zoey's tone was cold and detached. "Yes, miss," Arnold nodded and left, his back drenched in cold sweat. As Arnold departed, a man wearing a silver mask emerged from the shadows of the studio. Tall and slender, his eyes were striking, but his face remained hidden behind the mask. "Do you think Arnold was truthful?"