The Masked Villain Novels & Stories

Studying his handsome reflection for a while, I pretended to think about it seriously, “Yes, there isn’t a problem with your appearance now, Dicken—if your eyes were a little friendlier, that is.” I was telling the truth. Right now, Dicken’s presence was unlike a human’s, with his eyes that projected pale blue radiance in the darkness being the case. There was a naturally evil air about him that made him appear a villain, and there was no doubt that I would be extra wary about someone like him if I were a police officer. I suddenly understood why he was wearing a mask, as if to conceal his dangerous presence. Others might at most believe that he was disfigured, or was going to take part in a

Nicklos pulled away from my body, unsheathing his sword and stoicly standing in front of me. "Oh calm down Nicklos. If you should be mad at anyone, be mad at her. She was stupid enough to play the hero. We all know what happens when we try and play the hero, right?" Another bone chilling familiar voice entered the clearing. He wore a black masquarade mask, covering everything but his creepy, smiling mouth. His posture, his build, it all seemed so familiar. I tried pulling myself to my feet, but Marquise kept a hand on my shoulder, keeping me down. "So, you lured her out to get to me. How pathetic of you." Nicklos replied dryly.

“You heard him? He said someone is coming for her. Go guard the door. And make sure anyone who comes in, dies.” The one without the mask laughed, too loud, too confident, like this was nothing but a game. My chest tightened. This wasn’t going the way I planned. I wanted Liam to be the hero. I wanted Killian to see his loyalty, his worth. But the words the masked man had just thrown out, *make sure anyone who comes in dies made my blood run cold* This wasn’t just a show anymore. Something had gone terribly wrong. He lit the cigarette with slow, careless fingers and blew the first cloud right at my face.

Before he threw away everything for someone who would never love him back. Will he ever look at me that way again? Will he ever see me as more than just another pack member following orders? I shake my head, trying to focus. It doesn't matter. Jason has poisoned Avalon's mind, turned him against his own people, his own future. This is the only way to fix things. I continue editing, adding shadows here, adjusting colors there. Making Ivan look more menacing, more out of control. Creating the narrative that he's a dangerous predator who will kill anyone who threatens his mate.

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

I wanted to unmask MK and see who he really was. Is it Galvin? I firmly extended my hand, I gently pressed on MK's mask, directly lifted up.

Unable to defend herself, she staged a dramatic act of self-harm. Luke and Brandon felt sorry for her and pushed me into the public eye to take the blame. Luke even falsified the medical reports, saying that I had mistreated the patient and caused his sudden breakdown. Brandon leaked my personal information online, leading the patient's family and angered Internet justice warriors to corner me on the hospital's rooftop. During the altercation, one of the patient's family members accidentally pushed me off the roof, and I fell to my death. After dying, I returned to the day when Kate insisted on comforting the suicidal patient.

At the other end sits a figure shrouded in shadows, their face hidden behind a grotesque mask. "You're late, Jackson," the masked figure says, their voice distorted and menacing. "I had… complications," Jackson replies, his voice cold and controlled. "Complications?" the masked figure repeats, their voice laced with sarcasm. "Or did you finally grow a conscience?" "I've made a decision," Jackson says, ignoring the jab and going straight to business. “I don’t want the deal anymore. Not after everything.” "Don't want it?" the masked figure repeats, his voice rising. "Are you out of your mind? You know what's at stake here! You know what I can do to you!"

“Duh, he won’t. As long as we don’t get further orders from Marcellus we’re not supposed to take any action. So, right now be patient.” I wish I had come a little sooner to know about their plan but at least I can warn Zack. THIS IS WHY I HATE MAFIA!!! I swallow hard and as I sigh, the door opens in an instant making me flinch. A tall bald guy, wearing a suit stares at me in disbelief. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. I manage a fake smile. “I…,” I breathe. “I’m sorry, I’m just… searching for my ring,” I swallow as I walk away quickly.

And yet, when I passed him in the corridor, when his cologne lingered faintly in the air, when his voice cut through a meeting with calm authority, I had to fight to remember why I hated him. Worse, I wasn’t sure the mask was protecting me from him anymore. It felt like he was already looking past it. Damn! I hate him with passion. Damien POV I’d seen a hundred employees wear masks. Some wore masks of ambition, always smiling at the right people, always volunteering for the right projects. Others wore masks of loyalty, nodding along with whatever they thought I wanted to hear. But Mara Vance… hers was different. It wasn’t ambition. It wasn’t flattery. It was armor.