The Secret Of The Cursed Mask Novels & Stories

Already, he was calculating all the doors my name would open for him. But there was also hesitation. “Must the Red Mask be included..?” he faltered, pleading silently with me. Ah, of course. She was the jewel in his empire. His goldmine. His ghost. The Red Mask's hidden identity was his greatest secret. “Especially her.” He winced. “I made a vow. An agreement with her, long ago. When she left, when her contract ended, I swore never to reveal her identity to anyone. An oath I have never broken. Ever.”

“Because I ran into Ms. Scott earlier on the porch, and she doesn’t seem to recognize me without the mask.” I gasp. Kristoff frowns. Lora’s pupils dilate. That voice came from Professor Julian Sebastian... Thus the golden mask... Oh my God! I catch my mouth. What did I just get myself into?

That small, innocent-looking box was sitting there like it wasn’t hiding something. Curiosity itched under my skin. Just a look. That’s all. I reached for it, turned it over. My gaze dropped to the label. His name. Still… I opened it, slowly and carefully. And then— I froze. A mask. Not just any mask, a masquerade mask. Black. Sleek. Elegant. Expensive-looking. The kind that screamed luxury and secrecy. My fingers brushed over it lightly. “A masquerade…?” I whispered.

“I am sure, my dear lady. In fact, I’d stake my career on it. Grossman doesn’t have the real mask—just a tiny fragment of the original Yellen handed to him. It’s made of some special material that bends physics over a barrel. Grossman’s engineers, and they are good at what they do, produced a super microchip from that old piece of garbage. So now the guy is equipped with processors that make the world’s best tech look like clockwork toys. His problem is, he doesn’t have enough of it. That’s why he’s still hunting for that real King’s Mask that, buy the way, did come from Tibet. Yellen reckoned it was made by some advanced civilisation we have no clue about. He’d convinced Grossman it’s the k

Driven by instants and curiosity, he pulled it out and found a black hooded garment that had been neatly folded inside. Kevin felt something else lying beneath the garment. He pushed the cloak away, revealing a shiny metal mask. He took it out and glanced at it. The mask bore a sticking resemblance to the one C-Murek had worn over his face the day he kidnapped him from his room. Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to the letter ‘T’ carved on Cedric’s mask, just a little close to the left eye. The metal mask fell from his hands and made loud noises as it hit the floor. His eyes widened and his face froze in shock as he backed into the wall, panting.

"Yes." "Very well, Felix. In recognition of your service, I will tell you that this Dark Mask has been imbued with my most powerful curse. Now, the Dark Mask contains over ten thousand years of cultivation. Unless one is a curse practitioner, they will be devoured and unable to obtain any of the cultivation within."

Chapter 28: Beneath the Mask DAMIEN’S POV Her words hit me, taking me aback. “Take off your mask.” I froze as the wind whispered through the pines, blowing on my face as my heart hammered vigorously. My hand twitched at my side, instinct screaming to clamp the mask tighter, to hide the twisted scars the curse had carved into my face seventeen years ago. The ones her grandmother’s magic had branded me with. “Anya,” I rasped, my voice rougher than gravel. “You don’t have to see this.”

As they both turned back to their human form , completely exhausted ,marked by each other scents ,entangled forever. The purpose of night was finally fulfilled, they were marked. The child was safe .But the curse was the curse cured or there something more.. More to the destiny of theirs

The mission she had only just accepted was growing clearer… and far more dangerous than she had imagined. This was the truth Eloise had been desperately waiting to uncover. According to the old village doctor, the curse now haunting her life had its roots in her parents’ hidden past—a darkness they had buried for twenty long years. Her heart pounded as she knelt before her mother, still clutching the scorched photograph. “Mom, please… tell me everything,” Eloise pleaded, her voice steady yet laced with urgency. She searched her mother’s eyes, hoping to reach her while the moment of clarity still lingered, before grief or madness pulled her back under.

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,