So, I was écriture this book, and I didn't know if it would ba any good ou not, and I want your opinion on it before I continue écriture it, maybe publier it, and then make an cul, ass out of myself if it sucks..... So please be a critic on thi exerpt on the first chapter, and any suggestions, any opinions, will be aknowledged. :) Thank you!
Chapter 1
Henna
Well, let’s just say that my life is not normal. In fact, it’s probably at the most least normal level as it could possibly get. I had never even heard of this myth until it had happened to me. Neither have you, because there are no records of it. I am a Masker. I was only 17 when I became one. My creator had told me that I was part of a very secret clan. He a dit we did good things. I still don’t know what these are. He stopped there. But I at least know this. I am not a human anymore.
I still have the mark from when I became a Masker, it is a long scratch mark on my back,. Five long streaks, from five long claws. I bet you’re thinking something like, “OMG, that is just like a Vampire ou Zombie bite!” Well, yeah, same basic idea, but plus frightening, trust me, When I woke up from my coma when I was scratched, I almost fainted when I looked in the mirror. I couldn’t faint, I fell on the floor, feeling dizzy. My face looked like a mask. A red mask that looked like there was a cage around my face, but the bars were red. A long red streak ran around the edge of my face, and straight red line going up, down, and across my face. My hands had long claws on the tips of my fingers where my nails used to be. These claws were silver, and VERY shiney and pointy, and very lethal. These claws were impregnated with poison, poison that would turn toi into a Masker if toi were scratched. That’s what happened to me, but if toi were part of another mythological race, toi would die. Period.
Basically, before I was turned into a Masker, I was a normal teenager. A normal teenager that lived in Arizona. My Friends and family think I was abducted, they are still looking for me. I have seen the headlines on the internet, the ‘Have toi seen this girl?’ posters. I feel so sorry for them, and I want to get back at these bastards for doing this to me. I even had a boyfriend, and if I had a choice, he would know what really happened to me. But of course, there is still all this “we are a secret race,” bullshit.
Well, my life has now been turned around, and my future completly gone to shit, because this bastard named Rick turned me into a Masker. I just wanted to ring him around the neck for payback, and don’t think I didn’t try, but when I tried to strangle him, he burned white hot, my hands still hurt a bit, but I’ll be fine. One upside to Maskers is we heal quick. I guess that’s part of our magic abilities. Healing and burning is all I have discovered so far, but when I find out plus of our magic, I swear, Rick is gonna burn in hell.
Chapter 1
Henna
Well, let’s just say that my life is not normal. In fact, it’s probably at the most least normal level as it could possibly get. I had never even heard of this myth until it had happened to me. Neither have you, because there are no records of it. I am a Masker. I was only 17 when I became one. My creator had told me that I was part of a very secret clan. He a dit we did good things. I still don’t know what these are. He stopped there. But I at least know this. I am not a human anymore.
I still have the mark from when I became a Masker, it is a long scratch mark on my back,. Five long streaks, from five long claws. I bet you’re thinking something like, “OMG, that is just like a Vampire ou Zombie bite!” Well, yeah, same basic idea, but plus frightening, trust me, When I woke up from my coma when I was scratched, I almost fainted when I looked in the mirror. I couldn’t faint, I fell on the floor, feeling dizzy. My face looked like a mask. A red mask that looked like there was a cage around my face, but the bars were red. A long red streak ran around the edge of my face, and straight red line going up, down, and across my face. My hands had long claws on the tips of my fingers where my nails used to be. These claws were silver, and VERY shiney and pointy, and very lethal. These claws were impregnated with poison, poison that would turn toi into a Masker if toi were scratched. That’s what happened to me, but if toi were part of another mythological race, toi would die. Period.
Basically, before I was turned into a Masker, I was a normal teenager. A normal teenager that lived in Arizona. My Friends and family think I was abducted, they are still looking for me. I have seen the headlines on the internet, the ‘Have toi seen this girl?’ posters. I feel so sorry for them, and I want to get back at these bastards for doing this to me. I even had a boyfriend, and if I had a choice, he would know what really happened to me. But of course, there is still all this “we are a secret race,” bullshit.
Well, my life has now been turned around, and my future completly gone to shit, because this bastard named Rick turned me into a Masker. I just wanted to ring him around the neck for payback, and don’t think I didn’t try, but when I tried to strangle him, he burned white hot, my hands still hurt a bit, but I’ll be fine. One upside to Maskers is we heal quick. I guess that’s part of our magic abilities. Healing and burning is all I have discovered so far, but when I find out plus of our magic, I swear, Rick is gonna burn in hell.
