The Masked Empire Novels & Stories

"Are you sure you've sent people to search for them?" "Yes. But there's another issue we need to consider as well, Your Majesty." said the official seriously. "What is it?" "It's the Dragon Empire, which seems to be moving to take control of some of our territories. I want to know what we should do to prevent our territories from falling into their hands." The empress, wearing a mask, remained silent, her gaze the only thing visible to the officials in the palace. A cold gaze that would make anyone tremble, even if they didn't notice it.

Noah The guards tensed, their hands darting for their weapons. But it was clear that they were outmatched, and they knew it. Before they could make a single move, the masked figures sprang forward, disarming them with practiced precision. They sent the guards crashing to the ground one by one. Within seconds, they all lay unconscious, neatly restrained. Emilia rose from her crouched position. Her face was a picture of triumph as a masked man removed the ropes tied around her wrists.

Thinking that it was not really that big of a deal, he just shrugged it off and drifted off to sleep. The very next morning, Emery felt something heavy on her chest that made it a bit hard for her to breath. She groaned as she opened her eyes and realized that the sun was already out. It also took her a few seconds to realize that there was a person sleeping on her, making her chest as his pillow. Just by the blond hair, she immediately knew that it was the emperor. The first thing she did was to check if her mask had fallen off and luckily, when she held her face, the mask was still there. Still, she narrowed her sight on him and muttered, “If you ever took this mask off, I’ll whack your he

“This isn’t about her. It’s about us. About love. Our love. And the empire we’ll carve from it. A wife, an heir—those are just masks, pieces on the board. Without them, the world tears us apart before we’re ready.” His lips curved, softer than his usual wicked grin, almost aching. “So bear with it, my love. For me. For us. Because one day, when the time is right, they’ll know. And when they do, it won’t just be my empire or yours.” He leaned closer, voice dropping to a vow. “It’ll be ours.” He leaned back, studying me with an expression I couldn’t read. “So we parade her as the perfect bride while the world eats out of our hands. And when the time comes, we tear off the mask and show them wh

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

A’s voice “Come in” I muttered and she pulled the door open and walked in “Ma here is an invitation from EMCREDO EMPIRE, they are launching their newly branded gold chain and they invited Mr Henson as the CEO of Henson Group Of Companies but your father asked me to give you this invitation and represent him, and also it's a mask party” “Mask party?” I asked with a smile and collected the card from her “Yes ma, mask party” “Alright you may leave,” I said to her, looking at the invitation card in my hand, I can't help but smile mischievously, a dangerous plan to destroy Emma’s marriage is already here and the key to that plan is this sweet invitation card right in my palm

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

she asks. I try to smile. But I knew it didn’t reach my eyes. “Busy,” I wasn’t lying, I wrap my fingers around the cup of my cold tea, so I had something to do with my hands. I had a tendency to tap my fingers nervously doing my sessions with Dr Morgan. I’ve been with her for only a few weeks. “I’ve done a lot of press for Your ghost, in between shows. I’ve been too busy for our sessions too...” I add. I didn’t know why but I felt like I should tell her that. Instead of the truth. I didn’t want to talk to her her. I wanted to pretend I was fine until I retire one day. “I’ve seen some of your interviews.” Dr Morgan pauses “You look... Like you were wearing a mask... ”The pause was deliberate.

The streets became chaotic, and Adrian hastened his pace to keep up with the crowd. The people gathered at the base of the tower and gazed upward. From where the green light emanated on the eighteenth floor, a figure who looked like an emperor emerged from the darkness. He wore a mask and stood with his arms folded as he looked at the cheering crowd and the Partingian princess. "Long live the emperor!" Everyone greeted in unison as they fell to their knees. The masked figure was imposing and magnificent, exuding a powerful aura just by standing there. He looked down at the people kneeling before him, then suddenly looked directly at Adrian.

© Angel Adigwe, 2022 Published by Angel Adigwe. INTRODUCTION Damien white is the CEO of white enterprises. An event which occured in the past led to him always wearing a mask over his face. But no one really knew what happened. Even when he gets asked by people about the reason for the mask he still refuses to disclose anything about it and instead choose to live like that. But there's was a particular someone though who always puts a smile on Damien's face and gives him joy each time he thinks of her.