Veil Mask Novels & Stories

Then out of seemingly nowhere, my best friend exclaimed in excitement. “Tada!” She brought out a matching blue lace fabric, which made mr brows rise higher on my forehead more. “It’s a veil! It will help cover you up a little. If anyone asks, you’re a delegate from one of the packs that came for the festival. So, what do you think? It was Melissa’s idea.”

The mask felt strange against my skin, pressing lightly across the bridge of my nose, making me aware of every breath I took. The soft velvet ribbon tied snug at the back of my head held it in place, hiding my face but leaving my lips and eyes free to speak a different kind of truth. Everyone was masked tonight. That was the rule.

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ Silvio thrust a massive, daunting brown jacket towards me, along with a mask and a cap, his voice dripping with urgency, "Put these on." Without a moment's hesitation, I donned the jacket, hastily throwing it over my attire, while placing the cap on my head. I proceeded to conceal my face beneath a pitch-black mask, leaving only my eyes exposed to the world.

It shimmered under the harsh backstage lights, highlighting every curve and plane of my body, amplifying my vulnerability. As a small, desperate act of defiance, a fragile attempt to cling to some semblance of anonymity in this degrading spectacle, I carefully positioned a delicate black lace mask, its intricate pattern obscuring the upper half of my face, hiding my eyes from the hungry gazes I knew awaited me. It was a flimsy shield, but it was all I had.

Meanwhile hunger hums in my belly at the taste of toast on my fingers. I turn to the table, searching through the bags for the thing I bought. “Here it is.” I pull out the veiled mask I got from the market place. It has a string on only the top part where you tie it behind your head and the lower part is loose, making it free enough for her to eat without obstruction. “What’s that?” “It’s a mask. It should be freer than the one you have on.” “Oh okay.” Ra takes it from me and goes into the bathroom to change into it. When she returns, it looks even more dazzling than I thought it would. “You’re right, this feels better.” She says. “How does it look?”

Former runway model and once married to a popular pop star, now chief communications and brand officer of the Hawthorne group and divorced. She was staring back at one of Penelope’s fashion and lifestyle idols. It reminded her that she needed to know why Penelope ran away. Clad in a sleek, caramel-colored leather trench coat held at the waist with a matching belt, Vanessa exuded effortless sophistication. The kind of woman that naturally intimidated Kallista. The coat parted slightly as she moved, revealing a fitted cream silk blouse tucked into high-waist tailored trousers in a rich espresso hue. The straight pleats and precise tailoring of the trousers emphasized her elegant frame.

A black hat rested on their head, with a veil hanging from its brim and shielding the upper half of her body, obstructing her face completely. The Masked Man stared at the figure. “You’re here?” “Of course, I’m here!” The voice came out sharp and certain, filled with barely contained anger. The Veiled Figure walked into the room, and the three scientists immediately moved to the side, giving them enough space to stand several feet away from the Masked Man. “I haven’t received a proper update in days,” the Veiled Figure said. “What exactly is going on? We can’t keep delaying our plan.”

I was trying really hard not to cry and was failing terribly. I move to the stepping stool right in front of the mirror. While Nora and Kim are wowing over the look, my eyes are glued to myself in the mirror. It’s beautiful. Not the casual type of beautiful. The type of beautiful that Bentley Brown described in the room my grandma died last Christmas Eve. “It comes with a custom-made veil,” the designer chimes, getting the veil and putting my hair into an updo to get it in. The veil is a thin, stainlessly white and long net, far broader than my dress, flowing behind me. I grab the edges of the veil to adjust it slightly so that it could be seen more from the front while actively suppressing

The paper containing Li Wei's name was already in another room, the room where the officers were conducting the current one-on-one duel. "This is the mask that all fighters are required to wear!" the girl thrust out a stiff-looking wooden mask with a flat-faced uLi Wei that featured only two holes for the fighter's two eyeballs. "The manager of the arena on the first floor hopes that there will be no retaliation if a fighter from a reputable order loses a duel against a fighter from a non-reputable order wearing this kind of mask!" the girl glanced over, trying to see Li Wei's reaction. "Is this fair enough for you?" she asked again.

That voice made both her parents turn their heads and they saw Airkin Kloez, whose grey eyes were fixed at Eizlina, and they filled with concern the moment he noticed she was crying. That old man walked towards them. Her parents made Eizlina sit on the sofa. “Eizlina, what happened, dear? Tell us,” Airkin asked her. Eizlina slowly took her head upward. Her palms were tightly closed, and everyone noticed that terror in her presence. Something had petrified her. “When I was returning home….I….I saw a masked man lying on the street. I thought about helping him but he….” Eizlina told everything that happened between her and that masked man, to her parents and uncle Airkin.