The Power Behind Her Mask Novels & Stories

This was a sovereign wearing her own darkness like silk. ​Darius sat, his chest rising and falling, eyes locked on her. She stood over him, every curve illuminated by the flicker of the candlelight. For a moment, neither spoke, the air heavy with unspoken history. ​“Take it off,” she said, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “The mask.” ​He hesitated, his hand lifting slightly, then stopping. “You know the rules.” ​She smiled—sharp, dangerous. “And since when have I followed them?”

"Very well then, I will be waiting for you.'' With those words, I ended the call. I kept back the phone and thought to myself. If I really wanted Victoria to love me as Eric, then I would have to know a few things about her. Restlessly, I strolled to my closet, picked up a simple pair of black jeans, a jacket, and a long white sleeve. I opened my drawer and took out a black mask, I took the mask in my hands and stared at it. I knew how badly she wanted to see my face and know my identity, but I just can't show my face to her, at least not for now.

she kept pouting her small round baby lips as she watched them pull out if the drive way. She had also gotten over the fact that her dad was not a masquerade. But she had found his mask either way and held it in her tiny hands. "Let my keep that for you " a maid offered as she ate and okayed around, but she held unto it dearly saying it was her dad's. She was delicate and couldn't be stressed, she they left her to herself as they were too cared to be like the gardener from the day before. As soon as the coue pulled up at the front porch of the Browns in Edward's Lamborghini, Nfrea felt her pm start to get sweaty, so she continued rubbing it on her dress.

shouted all of them. “How is she able to command multiple spiritual power at once?” asked the man in mask. By the time the other assassin could see, they all die instantaneously as the petal pierce’s their head. The woman in the mask scream as he watch her fellow clans died. “I will kill you.” Ruby summoned her earth power. “Ripple. “The vines beneath the earth came out of the ground and grabbed onto the woman’s arms and legs. The vines caught the women as she was running towards Ruby.

“If your sister knows what kind of a man he is, why hasn’t she divorced him?” “Who knows? There’s probably something wrong with her brain!” The group of people left. After finding out that Mask was someone from the government, whose identity was bound by the principle of secrecy, Beatrice’s feelings for him only became even more irrevocable. She began to imagine Mask as a hero who protected his country, a military god during battles. She fantasized about the day he would come to her in a shining armor after defeating his enemies in a flame-filled battle. When the time came, he would make her his wife and treat her with love and affection.

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

Her breath came in painful gasps. You cannot win Doctor the man in the mask said. He walked toward the shield. His boots splashed in the water. That power is a ghost. It has no battery. It will fade away. When it does I will take what is left of your fiancé. I will turn him into a weapon that never sleeps. You will not touch him Maya hissed. She felt a sharp coldness in her mind. It was the Manager logic. It was talking to her. It was telling her to count the cost. To save the million people the shield must be stronger. To make it stronger you must give up more of your body.

“Resembles? You know what she looks like. If you’re not sure, then it’s not her.” “Well, this woman was wearing a mask.” “A mask?” He nods. “It was bolted to her head.” I’m confused. We all are. This doesn’t sound like her. “Crow, you’re being vague, and I don’t like it,” Victor says. “It’s a place where they sell people and make them fight. An arena. I had to play the waiting game because I wasn't sure it was her, and I couldn’t get much information without raising suspicion, but the guards believed she had some special power, and that’s why an iron mask was bolted onto her.”

It was like the mask was the harder thing to hold, and this coldness was just where she naturally lived. She had been hiding it for a very long time. "What are you going to do?" I asked, keeping my expression flat and my voice even…even with my cheek still stinging under my palm. "I am not going to let you bear Alpha Lucien's heir," she said. She shoved the sleeve of her jacket up her forearm in one slow and deliberate motion. Then her palm came up and faced toward me. Before I could fully process what I was looking at, the energy was already gathering at its center — a dark, tight current of power pooling in her palm and rotating slowly, building in a circular pulse that thickened with each