The Masked Empire Novels & Stories

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.

“We’re not allowed to do that, we could get fired for that. We’re not allowed to attend occasions within the hotel, and if Aubrey…..” “Oh my God, slow your good girl horses. It doesn’t start till like well past midnight, and Aubrey is off duty tonight which leaves Gerald he’s old so he wouldn’t care and you didn’t let me get to the best part, it’s a masked party so nobody would recognize us, we just be by ourselves and have fun, drink the kind of booze rich people drink” “Cher….” Emily wanted to say but Cheryl shushed her “Don’t overthink it, I know a guy who can lend us pretty dresses and a mask so it’s all covered for, come on Emily, pretty please. You need this, I need this, just one nigh

"You mean that masked fugitive?" Emily sneered. "Vincent Norman, the man you like, also wears a mask." "That's different. Vincent's mask was for the masquerade ball. Vincent is Norman's eldest son and a prime bachelor. Your boyfriend is just a fugitive!"

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.”

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.