The Man In The Iron Mask Novel Novels & Stories

“Your Grace, you could put me down. The woman and the man ... ” “Tell me that fucking rule, and I would not show any mercy to you.” I knew it. I remained silent. Soon, my annoyance disappeared with amazement. Even though I only saw half of his face, I fell on his spell. Why did he put on a mask? The novel depicted this man who had heavenly beauty, enough to launch and halt wars. “Have you become my fan?” My teeth gritted. He was right. I am a fan of his looks, but not his cockiness.

The man stood up, his mask looking terrifying thanks to the light. Fia’s eyes were emotionless. “No one suspected a thing?” “Not at all.” The man brushed away the soot on her face. “There’s another piece of good news. Want to hear it?” Fia moved her face away, avoiding the man’s finger. “I’m still alive. Isn’t that good news?” “You’re right. But there’s another piece of good news.” The man glared at her with a wicked smile. “The more you don't want to know, the more I want to tell you.”

Although Evans’ gaze was focused on the comet as though he understood its meaning. “Something new has been reborn.” He whispered. I nodded, managing to comprehend the eerie feeling in his voice as he spoke. There and then, I saw him. I barely saw his back as he went into the corridor. “The masked man.” I pointed. “He is here!” suddenly remembering the book I had left bare on the bed.

Stanley then glanced at the blood on the floor and said in a cold tone. “Do you really think you can oppressed me just like this?” He said as he slowly look up at the masked man. He coldly look at the man’s face and sneered. “I already told you I don’t know anything. If you still insist on torturing then be it.” The masked man paused his hand as he suddenly shook on his feet. This guy! His eyes were glazed with crimson! He hesitated for a bit as he look at those eyes. After a few seconds, he eventually take off his mask as the same face of the Duke Hassan was revealed in front of him.

I put the lid on the counter and grabbed the envelope, opening it. "It's more profitable to bind together in the wrong direction than to be alone in the right one. To an evening of mischief and unforeseen allies, Balor." I furrowed my brow as I read over the letter again. "What a strange man," I muttered to myself. I placed the envelope down unfolded the tissue paper. My breath caught in my throat as I took at the beautiful mask. It was covered in black feathers. Diamonds were encrusted into the silver spirals that sat on the top ends of the mask. A black ribbon made of the softest velvet sat on each side to secure it to my face. As I moved onto the dress, my hands froze.

I sat up sharply and immediately regretted it when pain exploded behind my eyes. "Easy." I heard a deep voice from the shadows. I forced my eyes to focus, I saw that I was inside a cave. Torches burned along the walls, casting flickering orange light across rough stone and standing ten feet away was a man wearing a black wolf mask. My pulse quickened. The mask covered his entire face except for his silver eyes. I've never seen eyes like that before. "Who are you?" I demanded. The man folded his arms. "I could ask you the same question, Lena Cross."

Eyes blank, mouths moving silently, like puppets pulled by unseen strings. I tried to call out. "Xavier! Mother! Father!" No sound passed my lips. I reached forward, fingers trembling. My hand passed through the air—no warmth, no resistance, as though they were already ghosts. A figure emerged from the smoke. Tall. Masked. Robed in deep crimson. In its hands—a crown. But not gold. Iron. Dripping red. The scent of rust and blood filled the room. It approached, steps soundless across the ash.

"Come in and take the things away... Prepare for cremation!" "Yes." Someone walked in. He wore a white isolation suit, a mask, and a hat. He took the iron tray and walked out. "Wait..." Daisy suddenly stopped him. The man was shocked. He paused and looked at Daisy. Daisy waved her hand and said, "Nothing... Take them away!" The man bowed slightly to Daisy and went out carrying the tray. When he walked to the door, he changed direction. His eyes were hidden under the protective mask, and his facial features were completely covered. Then, in an invisible corner, he put the rosewood box into his pocket.

Either way, I wasn’t about to apologize. I looked up. The man holding me wore a dark, fitted masquerade mask that covered the upper half of his face, but it didn’t hide his features. He had a dominant, razor-sharp jawline, a mouth that curved into a devastating half-smile, and a powerful, magnetic stillness. He wasn’t a boy. He was a mature man, exuding the kind of authority that only came from immense wealth and power. His dark eyes locked onto mine through the cutouts of his mask, making me completely forget what I was about to say.

Author's Pov. Elsewhere, Isabella woke up because something hard hit her back. A small rock. She blinked, trying to open her eyes that were still heavy from exhaustion and crying. She turned her head. A man with his face covered by a black mask stood beside the iron door. Only his eyes were visible. Sharp blue eyes, which weren't unfamiliar to her. The man moved his hand, signaling for her to be quiet, then carefully, he opened the iron door.