Attack Titan Mask Novels & Stories

He tilted his masked head to the side. Something about his voice and the way he act sounded and looked familiar but I wasn’t sure, turning back in speed, I flipped on the light switch and the room became bright. He was dressed in black throughout and he had a black mask on. There was something on his black pullover, a logo of L and V which I know all too well and there is only one boy who I know is obsessed with the brand. Frowning, I tilted my head to the left and called, “Adrian?” “Ah pigeon, you know me too well,” he replied and pulled off his mask, he winked at me and ran his fingers through his curls, taking away those that were close to his eyes.

The mask stretched into a smile, making it look even more grotesque than before. "The Catalyst would live as long as you do," the mask said. Miguel suddenly dropped the box. "Boss," he said, pointing at the mask. I turned to look at it. The mask was spewing a black inky substance, and immediately it entered my mouth. I fell as I struggled to breathe. I clawed at my throat as I felt I was being drowned by the strange substance.

Sijjin is his driver’s name. “No sir,” Sijjin replied. “Sir, if you don’t mind, I have a mask, it’s just... it’s just it has a cat sketched on it and it is pink,” Olivia said in an apologetic voice... “Yea, okay. Give me the mask,” Max said. He doesn’t care if it was pink or black. Especially when it’s from Olivia.

THE HEIR'S MASK Chapter 1 Expensive perfume mingled with the faint metallic scent of power. Steve Vanderbilt stood at the center of it all. Wealth felt like a prison, he often thought. At twenty-seven, he was everything New York’s elite wanted to be. His tailored black Tom Ford suit gave him commanding presence without effort. A practiced smile played on his lips as he nodded at senators and tech moguls, one arm loosely wrapped around Lila Monroe’s slim waist.

he thought to himself and turned off the GPS. "Boss, I reached" he informed Kairo through the earpiece he was wearing. He is wearing a black mask with a black hat to cover his face and head. "Good, give those pills to him and let's wait" Kairo instructed Atlas. "Yes boss" Atlas replied. He picked up the medicines he brought for Miller and made his way toward the front door and knocked twice before waiting for someone to open the door for him.

A majestic and ruthless cold aura exudes from him, giving one the urge to subconsciously bow to him. On the man’s face was a sleek and metallic cold, black mask that had intricate, sharp, fierce yet minimalistic designs that made it seem as if it wanted to come alive. The mask's eye cutouts are sharp, revealing the man's piercing, deep, and frigid blue eyes. The mask edges were sharp and precise, enhancing the man's intimidation, majesty, coldness, and ruthlessness.

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.

A figure stepped into view. She wore a baggy gray-and-white hoodie, the hood pulled low over her face, and cropped pants that showed off her pale ankles—clean, slender, striking. Her face was mostly covered, save for a gleaming mask shaped like a Lotus—etched in gold filigree over a dark, reinforced alloy. Elegant. Mysterious. And unmistakable. Everyone in the Alliance knew that mask. Only the Lotus wore it. Saxon’s eyes widened slightly before she lowered her weapon.

Quickly, I put back my mask and he nods in appreciation. This leaves me with more questions than answers. Who is this guy and why did he feel at ease when I put on my mask? It feels as if he was scared someone might recognize me. After putting on my mask, I move closer to the ring and sit there. "Now, the next fight is between our Salisbury, champion, never defeated, Theo, alias, Rabid Wolf, and Eastern Plains's champion, Rocky!"

Alita had made sure Martha wouldn’t recognize her by making her face up and praticing an odd accent, then put on a maskas icing on cake for her disguise. Martha soon arrived and entered through the front because she was a police and the place was a restricted area under invevstigation. “Hi there, Martha. It’s so nice of you to come,” Alita said twisting her voice to sound thinner. “Have a seat,” she gestured for Martha to sit down. “Why are you wearing that ridiculous mask?” Martha said looking around as she lowered herself onto the chair. “Why are you wearing a mask at all?”