Anbu Black Ops Mask Novels & Stories

My eyes dip lower taking in his tight black slacks and black dress shoes and it takes all my self-control not to steal a peak at the goods. A guy who is that ripped is either overcompensating for something or… he just wants the rest of him to match up to what he was born with, and I’m unsure which, but I know which one I’m hoping for. Before my thoughts can spiral out of control in the cesspool that is my depraved mind, I notice the people next to him. To his left is someone who I can only tell has dark espresso-like skin because of the colour of their hands, which are currently very busy. Their face is hidden behind the most incredible mask I’ve ever seen. It’s black metal, shaped like a sh

Slowly, he reached out for something hidden in his robes. It was a black mask! And on the mask was the number 2! The man equipped the mask and pushed forward, accelerating beyond the speed of a Noble! As he moved he mumbled to himself, "I wonder how I would be received."

“Who the hell are you?” The man didn’t answer right away. He stepped fully into the light, and I saw just enough to make my pulse thunder harder. He wore black from head to toe tailored trousers, a fitted jacket that hugged a body honed for violence, leather gloves that gleamed faintly in the lamplight. A mask covered his face from the bridge of his nose down, sleek and matte, like something a mercenary would wear. But his eyes cold, metallic gray were visible. And they were fixed on me with unnerving precision.

" You are so cute!! You know I can't resist black." " Ahhhh.....stop it!!!" Ana winced massaging her cheeks. " I'm going for the billing section. Wait for me. " Saying Elsa walked away towards the cash counter. Ana kept staring at the different shoes displayed in the showcase. Suddenly when she stared out of the shop aimlessly, her eyes spotted the same man in complete black covered with a hood. He was standing on the opposite side of the road. His face is covered with a mask. Strange.

Each weapon was of Common Rank only. Even as Yman was in front of the person in the counter, the person seemed to be unbothered and only showed him the total price while lifting his thick arm. Without even taking off the straw hat that covered his face. However, Yman noticed a strap of black garter connected to his ear. He guessed that this guy was wearing a mask — or an eyepatch?

"Umm—" "Of course you're in." I haven't yet decided it but he want me to take a yes. He was wearing a mask, made by Abaca fiber, too. He seems to have a cough or something. I can't see his whole face. But, his silver lightning eyes was sharp that doesn't miss a thing. I think he wants to befriend with me. He almost touched my skin so I managed to move a litle bit away from him. Who is this guy?

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.

As a result, in an incomparably painful pain, the cultivator groaned and opened his eyes. The mask on his face was originally a magic weapon. Not only could it cover his face, but it could also block the detection of spiritual sense of cultivators. But at this moment, there was only half left. Not only could he not hide his face, but the inscriptions that blocked spiritual sense were also destroyed. At this time, he moved his body, and the mask finally couldn't hold on any longer. With a click, it slipped off his face. Immediately, the cultivator appeared in front of Caspian and Mona Jones.

He took one of them as a human shield and either threw away or snatched the guns from their hands without their knowing. Unfortunately, the number of guards started increasing, as if there were some guards kept hidden. Two guards were going towards the friends… Gon couldn’t move from his position as he was dealing with the bunch of other guards. Bang! Bang! Both the guards fell on the ground. A black figure stood beside Gon. He was wearing a black mask and black cap, so no one could see his face. But Gon knew… who was standing beside him. It was difficult for him to digest the fact…

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.