The Haunted Mask Ii Novels & Stories

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.

One by one, the Yellow King’s congregation pulled and scratched and clawed at their masks. One by one, they extracted the pallid masks from their faces, revealing charred, blackened holes rimmed with writhing worms. Everything from my nightmare unfolded before me in real time, and my fingers mercifully ceased their playing just as Hastur’s corrupted voice boomed overhead. “TAKE OFF YOUR MASK!”

But my thoughts divulge as I finally notice his mask. I gasp. The mask is an eerie matt black sheet of armor like metal that covers half of his skull. It appears modeled to fit his perfectly symmetrical face and pressed artfully across the bridge of his nose. But what stands out the most are two golden ram horns that protrude from the top corners. They curve backwards to sit where I assume to be just below his ears. What a dreadful reminder of the fact I still stand in the company of the devil. A man that has a distorted face, who has killed his parents, his brother and four of his future wives!

LISA When Lore walked through the bathroom doors, I had a feeling something was wrong, starting from his rigid shoulders, his dilated pupils and his breathing. When I broke it out to him, I saw something I've never seen in my entire life. I broke that man, I shredded him to pieces and burned him to ash. I've never seen a haunted look as I saw on his face in my entire life. I went after him, I don't know why or what I was going to say to him but my feet carried me to him,to his office, but before i could open the door, i heard him flip off.

She strained to hear any sounds from outside the door, but the thick silence was oppressive. Her thoughts drifted to Catarina, locked in the other room. She hoped her maid was safe and unharmed. Finally, the door creaked open again, and the man in the Mickey Mouse mask returned. This time, he was accompanied by another man, also masked, but with a more sinister, expressionless mask. The second man took a seat in the comfortable armchair, crossing his legs and regarding Flora with a chilling calmness. The man with the M*ckey mask stood calmly beside him.

The man with a mask over his face. *

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

“We should go to a hotel, then. Fortunately, I have my debit card in my pocket.“ Nora nodded her reply, her gaze looking uncertain and anxious. “We still have the problem of your face, though. I'm sure as hell not going to allow you to do what you suggested some minutes ago.“ “Damn!“ Alvin cursed. “Is there a way I can get a mask here?“ Nora stared at him like she was thinking about something. She opened her bag and shuffled round the corners before bringing out a tiny doctor's nose mask—big enough to cover from his nose to chin. “You had this in your—” “Just wear it, Alvin. We've stayed here for too long already. I don't feel comfortable.“ Alvin wore the mask without another word and resign

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The surroundings of the villa were quiet, with hardly anyone nearby. Hank ordered his men to toss her into a spacious room. He coldly smiled and unbuttoned his shirt. Fixing a gloomy gaze on the unconscious woman lying on the bed, Hank licked his lips. "You. Bitch. Just wait until you're exposed all over the internet later." He then turned around and instructed his two henchmen to prepare some equipment and props. He placed his phone on a stand and adjusted it. Then, he put on a mask and gestured toward the camera. Finally, he had his henchman leave the room.