Novel & Cerita Anbu Black Ops Mask

he heard her clearly but his brain could only accept a piece of possible information deemed by him. “He was your father?” he gulped before the words choked him harder than they already did. “Doesn’t matter now, he killed my Mama, so he must pay,” she said coldly, rising from the floor. Andre followed soon. “Good, then let us make him pay,” he said, firmly as his thoughts to expose the masquerade hiding in the mask of the honourable detective. ****

I say, covering my face with my hand as I try to make my way out of the big crowd. However, the next thing I know, a confused man slams on me. “Ouch!” I scream as I almost collapse to the white sand, but the same man catches me before I fall. Forget saying thank you; who wears black in the whole of Mombasa City, and worst of all, a complete black sweat suit with a floral trench court? Forget the cap that is covering his upper face, and also forget the double dark shades. Let’s talk about the black mask that covers everything from his chin to his nose. In short, all his facial features are secured. No detail of his face can be seen. This is… I jerk myself away from him. “Be careful. Miss!”

She can recognize her voice, she can't take this risk. Pihoo observed Dr Anamika. She put on a black cloak, which covered her upper body to her knees. Shoes and narrow white jeans. Her coloured hair gave her an elegant look. Her eyes were different than usual. It was hard for Pihoo to guess her feelings. Pihoo could only see her eyes as the rest of her face was hidden by a mask.

She mouthed and enter inside her room. ~ Altansanai stood in the mirror as she turn around to check out her dress. She wore black tight elastic long pants with a turtleneck black long sleeve vest that hug her upper body displaying her bunky milky factories which pushed her out seeking attention. A black thin belt tied on her stomach a little above her navel and a black mask covering her up from head to neck and sinking into the turtleneck vest she wore making all her face invisible except her nose and eyes.

‎He had a high nose bridge, and a small pointed nose. ‎On his left brow rested a small scar that separated his thick brow into identical halves. ‎He was wearing a black face mask, engraved with a painting of a skull. ‎I couldn't see his lower face clearly but I could easily tell he was charming beyond words. ‎Even terrified as I was, I couldn't deny the fact that he was angelic. ‎His attire consisted of a sleeveless black garment, partially revealing his broad chest and large arms, emphasizing his ripped physique. On his left shoulder rested the number “50”

Similarly, he wore a mask that was similar to the other Night Empire warriors with the only difference being the silver and purple detailing that signified his position. The face mask was a three-dimensional Dragon face made of light weight, highly impact resistant metal, black in colour with its features detailed in purple and silver, where the only exposed part was the eyes; the area of the mouth had a mechanical contraption that moved with the jaw movement and also allowed intake of food and drinks without having to be taken off. The other peculiarity of the mask was that it was fastened at the neck and could only be taken off by the fingerprint of the owner or his superior from the Night

Anubis clicked his fingers and a few masked men seemed to materialize out of the shadows. “We have what we want, gentleman.” . . TBC

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

Ana closed the door and went to the dressing table again. Placing the box down, Ana pushed her hand forward but stopped. She was hesitating to open it. What if it was Beast again? Ana's palms started sweating at the thought, as her heart picked the unusual speed due to fear again. With her trembling fingers, she pulled the ribbon which fell down. Slowly she forced herself to open the box. Just as she opened the box, she was stunned for a second. It was so beautiful. Ana's mouth hanged open in awe. Unconsciously, her fingers reached forward, touching the edges of the black masquerade mask placed neatly in the box. It was a metal mask with it's edges adorned with tiny diamonds.

Tommaso's main mansion was a line of silent figures. They had appeared so quietly that no one had noticed exactly when they arrived, each individual wore black from head to toe, not a single piece of exposed skin could be seen. Dark clothing merged seamlessly with the growing shadows around the estate, fastened securely across every back rested a katana. Their faces were completely concealed beneath fitted masks, while only their eyes remained visible. Those eyes revealed nothing but absolute stillness. Each of them held strange star-shaped weapons balanced effortlessly between their fingers, the sharpened edges reflected faint light.