The Masked Empire Novels & Stories

As the ding resounds again, I’m just in time to see his broad back disappear to the right. “I’m so sorry. I’m really looking forward to my new bag.” Elisabetta remains standing another second awkwardly, before she scurries after her brother. Yeah. Awesome, indeed. *** The moment I arrive home, I have a very bad feeling. Nina and I swore to keep today’s event secret, but it weighs heavy in my stomach. It is paired with my sense of guilt at the upcoming party. Which gets even intensified by the fact that I’m carrying around a lilac mask with golden embellishments and feathers in a bag freshly bought from an exclusive boutique. After setting my bags down in my room, I go out to join my family t

He seemed to find it amusing, too, as he turned me around, trying to get a good look at me. Now was my chance! My hands shot up, and I yanked the mask off his face. “Ryan! It really is you!” I gasped. His expression shifted to one of shock. Clearly, he hadn’t expected me to figure it out. The smile he’d worn moments before disappeared, replaced by panic. “Elizabeth… I…” His usual confidence crumbled as he stood there, exposed. The commanding presence he had hidden behind the mask vanished entirely. I couldn’t help but think it really was him as I stared into his eyes, but wait, his eyes were brown now. How could they have been black before?

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

“Don’t worry you have always protected me in the past and today it is my turn to return the favour, no one is going to lay a hand on you. It will only happen over my dead body.” Emily said this to make her friend feel better but she knew deep inside that she was the one who was the more afraid of the two, she still can’t even imagine what the man with the mask wants with her. If last time he almost over powered her, what will he be capable of doing to them both this time round?

“You think you’ve won? You’ve lost. And now, you’ll learn what happens when you go against the Empire.” Eva’s blood ran cold as she stepped out of the shadows, blade still raised in defense, her eyes narrowing at the masked man approaching. He stood with two other rebels, their faces just as concealed, their bodies poised to strike. “Not so fast,” Eva shot back, her voice hard with defiance. “The Empire is done. You’re just as much a part of the corruption as they are.” The man’s laugh was dark, laced with contempt. “You’re naive if you think you can end this. You’re not fighting *for* something. You’re fighting *against* the inevitable.”

Again, the spine-tingling voice. From what Aki had gathered from Zaterra’s mind, the Dark Emperor’s mask stayed glued to his face to the point that no one had ever seen him eat or drink. Right now he kept his head bowed and his hood low; even his hands were tucked inside contiguously arranged sleeves. “Never!” Temujin spat out.

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

For them. Because some things were worth fighting for, even when they seemed impossible. *Especially* when they seemed impossible. Tomorrow Lily would arrive, and Emma would have to wear a mask, pretend everything was fine. She'd smile and laugh and be the best friend Lily had always known. But underneath that mask, she would be planning. Waiting. Watching for the cracks in Marcus's armor. He could tell her to leave. He could cite morality and impossibility until he was blue in the face.

I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes. The door to VIP Room Three stood open, I stepped inside, but she wasn't there yet. I sat on the leather sofa, adjusting my cufflinks out of nervous habit. The door opened. Nyx stepped inside wearing black lace this time. The lingerie left even less to imagination than the crimson from last week. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and that jeweled mask caught the amber light. I couldn’t take my eyes off how stunning she looked in that lace.

I snapped, knowing that this was a new dress, one that I had just bought, just for today. “Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going." his deep and husky tone came through; his voice carried a powerful aura, one that I was capable of sending shivers down my spine. I finally lifted my gaze to meet him. He was wearing a mask, and even though it was all my fault, he still went ahead to apologise. “No. It's fine, I was the one who was not looking at where I was headed” I muttered and was just about to walk away but he held my hand. His touch was so cold, forcing me to yelp as it sent shivers down my spine.