Novel & Cerita Anbu Black Ops Mask

There was no way a cloth would get the better of me. Just then, Ava finished fastening it and dusted her palm. She moved to my front with a wide smile plastered on her face. Her gaze moved up and down. “Now, this is perfect. Your mark has been perfectly hidden and to the final touch…” she said in a sing-song, pulling something out from her back. She held a black mask that had feathers around it to beautify it. I barely noticed when I moved to take the mask from her.“This is beautiful.”

The golden mask man's indifference struck the black mask man's self-esteem. The man in the black mask couldn't keep his cool and leisurely expression any longer, his eyes glimmering with anger and discomfort. "What's wrong, are you deaf or dumb, why don't you answer?" The man in the black mask said sarcasm and insults quite harshly. Aurora was in the golden masked man's lap and looked up at him nervously. She understood his personality well, he was so strong and arrogant that he definitely wouldn't let others say bad things to him.

“Did you say scarfs? Sa leeg lang ba nila?” “Yes, ah.” Bullet hissed a bit. “The mask was white and black.” The guy earlier wore a black mask with a scarf on his waist. Napakunot ang noo ko dahil doon. I approached Knythe and he had a bruise on his arm. I gave him a questioning look.

They wore a mask, so they wouldn’t attract attention while getting inside the location. Rieska wore a swirling black gown accented with silver, her dark mask sculpted like a raven, covering the upper half of her face. She let her hair flowed loosely with small braids on each side of her ear. And Zenus in his black armor and mask of a black panther. His twin swords were resting on his back. In comparison, Eleand chose a high collar black jacket with gold embroidery. His delicate gold mask carved a dragon’s head. He was confident in his faerie form minus the wings.

He looked every bit the Prince he was. His attire was impeccable, adorned in a tailored black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and chiseled features. The fabric seemed to hug his form in all the right places, hinting at the strength and athleticism hidden beneath. His mask, a stark contrast to the darkness of his attire, depicted a black wolf with piercing green eyes, adding an enigmatic allure to his appearance. The intricate details of the mask enhanced his rugged charm, drawing attention to his sharp jawline and intense gaze. Despite the air of formality, there was a subtle hint of vulnerability in his expression, a flicker of uncertainty that betrayed the weight of his responsib

Who knows how long this person has been following or watching my every move. I turned defensive training kicking in automatically, but the attacker moved with inhuman speed. A figure cloaked in what appeared to be living darkness lunged toward me, face obscured by a mask that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. The mask itself was featureless except for two narrow eye-slits that revealed nothing of the person behind it. I couldn't yell if this person was a male or female.

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

"God of Murder, you say?" Suddenly, the wind rustled loudly as another man flew toward him. This man was dressed in a fitting black robe meant for fighting. He was also masked, but his was a black iron mask with a tiny "Luo" carved on the lower left. He followed the man in white's line of sight and looked at the Central Peak.

He was wearing casual clothes but his face was not visible as he was wearing a black mask that covered the lower half of his face. He was wearing black goggles which covered the upper half of his face, so, it was very difficult to identify who was this man. Zieve had already told the two of them before coming on this mission that such a thing could happen upon their arrival to that site and what they have to do in such a situation. So, Nick and Fuoco were prepared in their minds. All that they were waiting was for Zieve's one sign to go ahead.

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.