The Power Behind Her Mask Novels & Stories

The bass from the club shook the floor like a heartbeat. She sat in front of the mirror, tugging her thigh-high boots up, smoothing her fishnets. The white nurse outfit was cropped short, the front straining against her tits. A red cross stitched across one side, the other about to burst open. Her fishnets cut into her thighs in the best way. She tied the sheer mask over her face—her secret armor. Out there, she wasn’t Bella. She wasn’t a stepdaughter trapped in a messy family. She was Sugar Vixen, the people’s favorite.

“This is just the beginning, Sophia. The power you’ve unlocked is only a fraction of what you’re capable of.” Sophia turned to face him, her eyes narrowing. “You keep talking about power, but what does it mean? What am I supposed to do with it?” The masked man’s lips curled into a small smile beneath the shadow of his hood. “That’s for you to discover. But know this—there are others who will come for you now. They’ve been waiting for this moment, for the power to awaken once more. They’ll want to control it. And if you’re not careful, they’ll control you too.”

She had no strength, and her adrenaline was already depleting long before this moment. The room was spinning. She couldn’t tell what was left, right, up or down. “No,” she groaned, trying to steady herself. “Keep moving,” she demanded herself, stepping forward, but she collided with something. Her eyes felt weighted as she looked down at her wrist. The essence of Brendan’s power sat there, and she had no physical strength to even attempt to summon the power. The masked man who found her appeared in front of her as she tried to blink the dryness of her eyes away.

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

What did I ever do to her? She can't say that. After all the years I have been running from it, she cannot throw me into it. I cannot drown while I barely managed to float up. I am on a thin string. I can't let it go. I cannot. It took me years to survive this and I cannot go back. Cannot go back into that dreaded dream. When I looked up at Cassandra, she already had an evil smirk on her face. She knows what it can do to me. She knows that I will break. And that is what she wants. She wants me to be vulnerable.

Even after Aileen and Joshua left the building, they still continued to play dead. ********* “Is that her? The woman you saw?” A man wearing a mask asked, his purple eyes gleaming brightly. The other man who stood next to him nodded, “She might be the one, but her power is well hidden by a spell, probably by that man who is next to her, so I can’t figure out the extent of her powers.” “Hm… Send puppets to follow her, make sure they are discreet.” The masked man ordered and immediately, the man beside him bowed and disappeared, leaving only the masked man in the lounge.

“It’s a question I’ve been asked before. But the answer is simple, really. It’s a symbol.” “A symbol?” Elizabeth frowned, confused. “Of what?” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Power. Control. Fear.” She blinked, feeling a chill run down her spine. “Fear?” He nodded slowly, his gaze—or what she imagined was his gaze—locked onto her. “People fear what they can’t see. They fear what’s hidden, what’s unknown. The mask makes me faceless, and that’s what gives me power. No one can predict me, no one knows what I’m thinking or feeling. And that gives me control.”

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

I know how to bring Cassian here. “Isaac,” I say as my own power surges, drifting from my body in tendrils of crimson light, sending shockwaves through the depths. “I’m okay. I’m home.” My power mingles with the moonlight as I push myself toward the surface, my lungs screaming in agony. I know what I must do. I know who has the mask. The mask is the answer to everything. I break the surface, choking and sputtering water as my power glides over the water and funnels onto the shore, lighting it up as bright as the returning moon.

She chuckled. "You... let me see your face! So that I can hit real hard!" Connor said. "She doesn't have a face," Mason said. "What?" Connor asked, shockingly. "Yup. She's faceless so she covers it with a mask" Jake said. "What's her powers actually?" Connor asked. "There is absolutely nothing you know about the supernatural realm, huh?... Well, she takes the face of whom you love the most and uses it against you... happy now?" Jake said.