The Haunted Mask Ii Novels & Stories

After Plan B was finally determined, it was already past midnight. Jessica went back to her room to take a quick shower and then went to bed. As soon as she opened the door, Jessica saw a tall man standing up from the sofa, stumbling towards her. "Mask! Are you alright?” Jessica thought Mask might be sick, because he walked staggeringly and his face was very red. It looked like there was something wrong with him. Mask did not answer. Hearing Jessica’s voice, the man found it harder to control himself... Mask’s pupils dilated with a note of danger, like a fire was lit up and burning in his eyes.

Inside, in the cabin, it was choking and tense as Rachel and Vanessa stood in front of the old wooden mirror, with their reflections staring back—two women on the brink of something dangerous, irreversible. Vanessa was the first to move, reaching for the black leather mask lying on the table. The mask was simple in its effectiveness: sleek, featureless, and only serving to obscure identity without drawing attention. Her hands were steady as she fitted it, pulling the straps tight behind her head. The mask covered her eyes, leaving only her mouth exposed, but it was enough. It made her feel powerful, detached, as if she were someone else entirely, someone capable of doing anything.

Quinn thought he was creeped out by him already, but when he got closer, he found more things to shiver at. The masks had etchings of faces in pain and screaming on them, all around. No matter where you looked, they were there. “Threatening me? You’ve got some nerve.” Tony stood up, facing down the monstrosity. There was a brief silence, before that short sharp laugh emanated from the masks , reverberating across the room.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

This mask must have some special features or functions. Nick chuckled and looked around. Then he picked up the mask and put it on. The crowd suddenly became restless, because Nick turned into a different person after he put the mask on. Nick took off the mask and said with a smile, "Everyone, this is a Yin and Yang Ghost Mask. I don't need to tell you what it can do, right? The reserve price is three thousand pieces of Fire Spinel, and the minimum bid increment is one hundred pieces of Fire Spinel."

The Masquerade mask was Harriet's special mask, a white snake mask with one eye hole on the right side. "Actually, this is my mother's mask," said Harriet quietly. She then smiled and held up another mask box. Harriet showed it to Liam who was still furrowing his brows at her previous words and opened the box. Another white mask appeared in their vision. It was a white wolf mask with golden stripes around its eyes. Harriet smiled proudly showing the mask design. It was the one she ordered yesterday, which turned out to be perfect and ready at just the right time. "This is for me?" Liam asked.

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

Then a single frame freezes: a figure in black wofgyhis good pulled up and a face covered by a smooth black man A moment later, a red warning banner slams across the screen “ SIGNAL JAMMED. Justin slams a fist on the desk and the keyboard jumps. He slumps, shoulders sagging like someone cut his strings. I touch his arm. “What was that about?” He drags in a shaky breath. “Two days before the crash, this ghost was on Hera’s tail. Same mask every time. I pulled footage from different cameras. When I try to run facial recognition, the mask fries the signal. Some kind of active jammer built in. It looks like a custom made military mask. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

He had been wearing a skin mask all these while. He flung the mask at Ivana. “You can have your Gilbert…” Ivana was stunned, eyes widening and tears rushing down her face. “Gilbert is really dead,” these were her words, she fell to the floor, grabbing onto the mask and holding it close to her chest. “Did you kill him?” She pointed accusing fingers at the guy, crying. He raised his hand in surrender. “Your father got someone to make that skin mask for me. He has the power and connections to get it done to perfection. I'm sure you already know that…”