Masked
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  • Reads 836
  • Votes 23
  • Parts 72
  • Time 16h 25m
Ongoing, First published Jan 04, 2021
"The second you put that mask on, forget who you were."

Twenty-four-year-old Nora Luz works as the marketing manager in a company called "Marvell". Though she lives a life like any ordinary human during the day, she goes by a totally different identity at night, Nine.

Dwelling between the Underworld and the mortal realm, her job is to bring deceased souls back to where they belong. Though how did she get herself into a situation like this? The story began on a certain night fourteen years ago...
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The Daughter of Death- *RAYOR*

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I don't have to tell you about to me say I'm not normal. I don't even have to say my name. Just take my hand, and let me show you to the looking-glass. Look inside, and you'll see. I'm sixteen years old. I spend my life more with the dead than the living. And my father- why, my father is the Grim Reaper. Blakely knew from when she was born that she wouldn't lead a life that was ordinary. But even her unorthodox path took a turn when she met the half-angel, Arielle, whose soul had resisted her reaping. After being turned mortal, she is forced on a quest to discover her past: her heritage, her father's lies, and the true reason her brother ran away from home. Foes unite and secrets are spilled in a quest for the truth, and family are reunited and broken apart. But, when it counts, will Blakely make the right decision? This was the angel's true form, I knew; so pure that it was deadly to behold. "You won't have me, Blakely. You'll never have me."