The Haunted Mask Ii Novels & Stories

A time. Tonight. Midnight. Folded behind the chip was a square of matte white paper. One sentence. “EVE_2.0 was never fully deleted.” Her chest went still. Not in fear. In memory. She walked to the bookshelf. Pull open the lowest drawer. There, beneath old files and case reports, was the silk-wrapped shape she hadn’t touched in months. The Stage Seven mask. Silver trim. Red teardrop. Her ghost, stitched in velvet. She stared at it.

I struggled to free myself , kicking violently into the air, shouting for help, but , I couldn't break free. The huge masked figure held onto me , pulling me violently while I screamed so loudly I felt like my lungs will burst. Suddenly, the figure tore off his mask to reveal a double face; part Kyl and part Zarvier. I screamed in terror crying profusely. Mala's voice tore through the horrific nightmare, I could hear it now, although distant.

It was all black and well fitted, they had a full head covered face mask that concealed their blonde hair and that had only a human skull drawn in front of it. "We look like low budget super heroes", Andrew teased. "Yeah, It was all Mark's Idea", Lucas said laughing. Mark's face was covered by his full head mask, but he laughed through it, even though neither Lucas or Andrew could see his facial expression. "I like it, it has a skull in front representing death to vampires. It's midnight, it's time", He said, as he removed his mask. He couldn't go out of their apartment wearing it. Lucas and Andrew both removed their mask as they placed it in a small backpack and headed out of the apartmen

The man in the ghost mask was stunned for a moment. “What do you mean? Do you know who I am?” he asked in a spooky voice. His voice sounded as if it came from beneath manholes. It was very uncomfortable to listen to. Alex Rockefeller sighed softly. “I hoped it wasn’t you!” Maya Howards seemed a little surprised. “Do you know him?” she asked Alex. The ghost-mask man sneered. “Stop pretending. How could you know who I am? Cut the crap, young man. Will you get lost or not? If you don’t leave, you can stay here forever. This time next year, it’ll be your death anniversary,” he said.

Gary rub his wet palm,The masked man loosen the knot holding the mask together to his face "one" "Two" The mask jerk,Gary face deformed,he held his jaw. "Three" The mask fell off,Gary shudder like he was electrified,what stood in front of him was unworthy of belief,he stood before the man in mortal dread of the nightmare he seems to be having.

But I don't know what she wanted, so I brought one. Now I know why she wanted to lose her precious virginity. And that was the main purpose of the mask. No strings attached. Just sex. Just a fucking sex. Five hours later, she eased off. She stopped talking. She stopped dancing. And good thing she stopped sobbing like a three-year-old kid. My job was supposed to have sex with her. But it so happened that I was babysitting someone who just turned eighteen. When she leaned her exhausted back against my shoulder, that was the time for me to go. So, I gently lifted her from the floor and put her profound sleepiness on the bed.

Shouts followed—some from my men, some from the targets, though it was hard to tell who was who through the chaos. I remained still, watching, calculating. The shadows wrapped around me like a second skin, the black mask over my face making me nothing more than a phantom lurking on the edges of destruction. I had waited a long time to get back into the field, to remind myself of what I was capable of. Tonight was supposed to be that night. Then, finally, I moved. Each step was precise, my boots pressing into the dirt without hesitation. My eyes flickered across the battlefield—bodies moving, guns firing, fists colliding. I took it all in at once, searching for weak points, looking for the pe

Only the corridor and the echo of my own soft footfalls. Another door stands slightly ajar. Through the narrow crack, a monitor blinks green. A rhythmic beep keeps time with my heartbeat, a measured metronome. I slow, drawn toward it. My reflection catches in the small square of glass: eyes darker than I remember, hair falling in waves, a faint shimmer of light across my skin. I lift a hand and trace the outline of my face on the glass as if to prove I’m solid.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

he snarls, voice layered, distorted, “would be a great time.” “For what?!” I scream. Ezra’s eyes flash—not blue anymore, but something darker, deeper, like a storm rolling in behind them. He bares his teeth. And speaks a word that does not belong to any language I know. The air splits. Literally. The space beside Ezra fractures like glass, peeling back to reveal darkness beneath—and from it steps the masked man. Fully formed. Solid. Real. He moves in perfect synchronization with Ezra, like a reflection stepping out of a mirror. Same height. Same build. Same presence. The smooth black mask hides his face, but I feel his attention snap to me instantly.