The Mask Heart Novels & Stories

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,

After that, Ethelbert had to drink more wine and keep going even though the heat made it feel like his throat was being torn apart over and over again. In an effort to maintain his alert state and take in his surroundings, Ethelbert retreated to the far corner of the room and leaned against the wall there. Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to the windy balcony on the second floor, where he appeared to see a face he had seen before. Ethelbert experienced a sudden increase in his level of awareness. He rubbed his eyes and made an effort to look more closely in order to ensure that he hadn't made a mistake. His attention was drawn to a picture of a woman who was dressed in a long dress made of blac

As soon as the door shut, I was out of thoughts, heart pounding in a rhythm that felt more like war drums than panic. I rushed to the room, my footsteps echoing through the stairs. As I reached my room and pushed it open, I went straight to the drawer, grabbed the handle, opened it urgently, my eyes scanned it, and the mask was waiting in the drawer where I’d hidden it months ago. I have done things that I am not proud of with the mask, going back to that particular mask brought back memories, Black, sleek, nothing theatrical,just enough to cover my face. Enough to erase Camille, the dutiful wife, and leave behind someone else.

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.

Dick gave a mirthless chuckle. “I am sure, my dear lady. In fact, I’d stake my career on it. Grossman doesn’t have the real mask—just a tiny fragment of the original Yellen handed to him. It’s made of some special material that bends physics over a barrel. Grossman’s engineers, and they are good at what they do, produced a super microchip from that old piece of garbage. So now the guy is equipped with processors that make the world’s best tech look like clockwork toys. His problem is, he doesn’t have enough of it. That’s why he’s still hunting for that real King’s Mask that, buy the way, did come from Tibet. Yellen reckoned it was made by some advanced civilisation we have no clue about. He’

Her heart thumped once—hard—before the terminal loaded. Inside was no chatroom. No stream gallery. No usernames. Instead, it was a gallery of masks. Each mask hovered in a shifting carousel, stylized avatars that represented users. Some were grotesque—stitched leather mouths, eyeless mannequins. Others elegant—gilded Venetian designs with cruel smiles. The more elaborate the mask, the more power its user seemed to wield. At the center of the display was a mask outlined in red. A silver fox.

She would shatter his delusions completely and leave him with no reason to pursue her anymore! She would never return to that hell! Never! Marisol got up and walked to the walk-in closet, rummaging through the pile of clothes she'd scattered earlier to find a mask. It was one of the masks Emilia had sent over before the masquerade ball. She had told her to choose whichever she liked. "The ball's already over. What do you need that for?" Alinta followed. "Does it look good?" Marisol picked up a white cat half-mask, held it over the upper half of her face, and looked up at Alinta.

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

I should ask him. "That annoying bastard. He's not planning to dispose of me after using me as a blood machine." I said to myself and the door barged open. "I'm not going to dispose of my precious gem. I still have to use you for a lot of things. We've got a lot to do together darling." I was startled, I jumped in fright. It was Mask, coming in with the mask on again. He slowly walked towards me, alone and the guards shut the door behind him. Is he that confident that he thinks I won't do anything?

I pressed my back against the shelf, gripping the edge so tightly my knuckles turned white. The other masked figures exchanged glances. But the man in the golden mask scoffed. "We made a mistake back then. Cutting Sashna’s heart into four fragments and selling two of them instead of keeping it whole was such a waste. We lost too much power because of it,” he said, his voice dripping with irritation The air in my lungs turned to ice. They weren’t even hiding it. They had really taken my mother’s heart. Cut it out of her body. Turned it into some kind of artifact!