The Masked Empire Novels & Stories

"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.

Kael’s voice came through my earpiece. “Yes,” I whispered. “Don’t be afraid. You’ve trained for this.” His words steadied me just enough. Putting on a masquerade mask as I climb the stairs to the banquet hall. My expression settles into something calm and controlled. A smile, just convincing enough. A security attendant stopped me. “Your name, miss?” “Amy Jefferson,” I said, giving my alias. He checked his tablet, frowning slightly. For a second, my pulse spiked. Did Kael get me in or not?

"We also found something else." Damian's eyes narrowed. "What?" The director opened the folder. Removed a photograph. And placed it on the table. The moment Seraphina saw it, her breath caught. Because the photograph showed Marcus Holloway. Alive. Smiling. Standing beside Thomas Vale. Standing beside Evelyn Blackwood. And standing beside a fourth person. A man neither of them had ever seen before. A man whose face had been violently scratched out of the photograph. As if someone desperately wanted to erase his identity.

"Wish me luck, husband." She smiled again and kissed him for one last time before she went away. He couldn't help but giggle and sigh… "What am I going to do with you, Emma?" he said but his smile was betraying his feelings. He knew that from the first moment he saw her, his heart was sold, he would do anything for her. Emma went downstairs after she placed the golden mask on her face, she looked like a mysterious fighter. The white fighting clothes with adornments of gold and gems were made especially for her with the help of Master Jin. He wanted to conceal the Fragrance and at the same time give her some advantages.

The Door of Origin. Emery's throat tightens every breath. It hums with recollection. It recalls her. There is no power behind it. Not liberty. Not even affection. It has the first option behind it. The instant she broke the globe. At her side once more is the younger version of herself. This time, no words. Only a nod. Emery is the only one who can pass. Alone. The Masked Man calls her name. His voice cracks.

He watched her outburst and imagined her protecting his people just like that, a true luna. "Why the mask?" He asked instead. She went silent at his question. What did he care, it didn't concern him. Just get out. "Fine, you can stay for just a month." She yielded to avoid the question. "If you don't find her with that month then you are never to return here again." "Oh, will find her," the intensity of his gaze shook her to her core. "And when I do she won't be able to get away from me." A man on a mission, what did I get myself in?

“I don’t need your money. I don’t want your name. I’m here because I gave my word.” He leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes dark. “Then hear me clearly. If you sign this, you sign away any claim to me, my company, my family’s assets. You walk away with nothing when this fails. Nothing.” The words "when" hit like a slap. My hands tighten into fists. “Fine,” I hiss. “Sign it,” he orders. I take the pen, but not without a flicker of defiance. I scrawl my name, push the folder toward him. He checks it, then says, “Good. Remember, Isabella, I’m always watching. One wrong move, and you’re out.”

she called softly. The man came out to face Emily. When the sunlight revealed his figure, Emily's breath hitched. The man was wearing a mask with a stick in his left hand!

He shouldn't be. But who else wears a beast mask in the empire to hide his face? No one. No one else does aside from their new emperor. The audience were about to flee, but blocking the doors were the imperial knights who were loyal to Carzus. Even if they happen to know any of them, they will still be captured no matter how they try to negotiate. Because their current emperor was someone who never got swayed by money. The knights captured all the guests and eventually put them in a carriage towards the palace's jail; there, they will have to wait for the Emperor's judgement before they will be able to return home. If they still have a house to return to.