Xxxtentacion Mask Novels & Stories

--- AT THE PRIVATE ISLAND As the yacht stopped, the engine fell silent, leaving only the gentle splash of waves. The pier glowed under golden lights, and a cool breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean, brushing against my hair. Demetri turned to me, reaching into his coat pocket. Without a word, he pulled out an intricate masquerade mask, a deep burgundy red with gold embellishments that shimmered under the dim lights. Carefully, he lifted it, securing it over my face. His fingers lingered briefly along my jaw before pulling away.

Blackmoor Alpha Academy awaited, and I, a male omega masquerading as an alpha, was willingly entering a school filled with the most dominant werewolves in the country. I stared at my reflection. At twenty, I had the build of a beta, lean but muscular enough to pass casual inspection. My dark hair fell just below my ears, and my green eyes—my mother's eyes—stared back at me with a mixture of determination and fear. Nothing about my appearance screamed "omega," but my scent would betray me in an instant without the formula. The formula that had cost my family everything.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

I smile as I lean over the counter and softly respond, “Room 601 please.” He smiles back and picks up his phone, “Yes, she is here. Of course, I’ll send her right up.” He hangs up the phone and smiles at me, “This way. You’re the guest of one of our penthouse members.” He then reaches behind the desk and hands me a mask, “The penthouse guest also requests you wear this.” It’s a black sparkly mask and I examine it; it’s one you would wear at a masquerade party. I smile as I place it on my face, and he nods in approval.

Nagtaas-baba pa ang kilay nito. Sumunod ang tingin ko sa tinutukoy ni Athelia. Naroon si Adamson. He was wearing a black button down shirt. Nakabukas pa ang tatlong butones. He was a bit sweaty and under the lights, his sweat shimmers like they were diamonds. May suot din itong kwintas na may dog tag na pendant. Mukhang may magpipigil ng ngiti ngayong gabi ah. Natawa ako nang umirap si Ena at sumiksik sa akin.

he mumbled, a bit panicking as he looked around for any person. “Chill, didn’t you say we’re the only ones here?” She asked, comforting him. “How do I look?” She asked with the mask on. He took a minute to stare at her and nodded, “It looks good on you.” She smiled at that, satisfied. “I’m planning on making another one like this so we’ll be the same.” She announced. Duke Raziel froze at that, “Do you have to?” She nodded, “Yes, I want to.”

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

And their masks glittered with crystals shaped like crescent moons. “Sexy voices,” Sylvia said. “Yes, and big dreams,” I added. Sylvia’s voice rose above the crowd. “And a big cock!” A laugh caught in my throat. “Shh.” She was going to get them kicked out of here. I was in between choking and chuckling when I ran straight into Xavier. He wore a mask formed from silver and black puzzle pieces. I’d been heading toward the Madder Hatter’s entrance and he was leaving. I’d been too busy yapping with Sylvia to look in front of me.

Tyler slowly loosen the last rope of the mask and took it off. A loud gasp echoed all round the hall, the moment the person behind the mask was revealed, Tyler looked at his mother who had turned with from shock as she doubted if she was seeing clearly, he took the microphone, held laurieen's hand and turned to the crowd, the sound from the camera clicks was deafening, he had to bend his head as the lights from the cameras almost disrupted his vision, he could feel laurieen's grasp on him, letting him know they were in this together, laurieen had watched her father storm out of the hall in rage the moment Tyler removed his mask.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.