The Masked Empire Novels & Stories

Another two masked men appeared, standing close to her and intimidating her. Oh...she forgot. The book said that all the staff here wore a black mask. It was like their shop’s customs, their shop’s selling point. It looks strange, but people come here for that reason. She stood still. “I need to talk to Dillon.” The masked men froze. The one she talked to earlier spoke up, “Can I ask who is that miss? We are only a library.” “Dillon. Head of Rouge Guild.” She spoke firmly against their lies.

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

As someone on the second Divine Step, he easily lifted the coffin lid and revealed its contents. A corpse wearing a mask came into sight. The body remained intact even after thousands of years, which was quite amazing. It was as if it had surpassed the mysteries of time. As for the mask... It gave Andrius a very familiar feeling as if he had seen it somewhere before. “It’s him!” Andrius remembered. This mask and corpse was from the first Demon Emperor that he had seen in the mural! No wonder it was hidden here. This person was the one who had suppressed and sealed the Apocalypse Insect, the supreme existence that established the lineage of the Demon Emperors.

The masked man said, “Then, that’s even more interesting.” Lucille asked, “How should we address you guys?” The masked man said, “You can call me Mask.” “And you?” Emmerich asked Alex. “Dummy!” Alex replied. Lucille giggled. “Interesting! Interesting! Fine, it doesn’t matter what you’re called. What matters is that we must join forces this time. Otherwise, someone will snatch away the Law Stones even if we find them after reaching the secret realm. We will even lose our lives there in serious cases.”

Shadow hopped like a rabbit in one place while stretching her fingers. Her mask was still on point despite how messy she was landed. It was on good material. She was so happy about it. That’s because her mask was everything. In the Underworld, inside her organization and empire, all of her subordinates must wear a mask during work to prevent any unnecessary recognition from the enemy which led to ruin one life. Her motto was to never mix work life and personal life and if the enemy knew their faces outside their working hours, it would defeat the whole purpose.

But because it was being lived. And as the city lights flickered on outside, steady and indifferent, Nathaniel understood something he had never fully accepted before. An empire did not survive by making itself untouchable. It survived by making itself accountable. That was the cost. And for the first time, it felt like one worth paying.

I instructed him. "Aye aye Captain!" He teased, and I laughed. "I hope everything works out right today. This may be our only shot." I said worried. "Dont worry. I have your back." Marcus assured me, causing me to smile. I laid my head back when I was through and tried to calm the excitement within me. I saw the dress I wanted right as I walked into Neiman Marcus. The shop was alive with rich, extravagant women who were housewives to executives and who had nothing to do with their lives but spent their husband's hard earned money on overpriced clothing.

"Here's the thing, Miss. Those who don't wear masks don't care about being seen by others. They are not afraid that others will know what they have purchase here. But you're different, you're from a remote area, and it's the first time you've been here. So, it's better to wear it." "Hearing Emberly's words, Mango was secretly delighted. It seemed that even the Gods were helping her. However, she didn't show any emotion on her face. " "Yes, you're right. Thank you for that. I'll repay you later." "Why, thank you so much, Miss." "Honestly, Mango couldn't stand Emberly's greediness. " "Mango took the mask and put it on. Then, she whispered, ""Do we still need to remove the mask when we pass thr

“Of course. But only if you stay longer than fifteen minutes this time.” I smiled, a small, genuine one. “I’ll stay,” I said. “I promise.” “Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.” After we hung up, I stood alone in the silence, the city watching me through the glass. And I realized something unsettling. Zara Harper wasn’t just a mistake that wouldn’t go away. She was the one thing I didn’t plan for. She'd crawled her way into my empire and for the first time, I felt out of control.