Attack Titan Mask Novels & Stories

He clicked a key, and a series of high-fashion, avant-garde designs appeared on the screen—razor-sharp silhouettes, dark, metallic fabrics, and dramatic, structural aesthetics that looked more like battle gear than evening wear. "I have a contact," he said, "who can provide the attire. But the makeup, the presentation, the psychological shield—that is on you." "I can do it," I said, my voice firm. "I know how to build a mask that can survive a war." Peter looked at me, a flicker of something—pride? admiration?—crossing his features before he shut it down. "I know you can."

“But she’s seen me. And you, too.” “You freakin’ loser. We got masks on. Remember? She can’t tell anyone about us. Look at her, man. Look at her face….” Serena peeked out from under her lashes to see a second masked man holding the fisted arm of her attacker. “Isn’t she the spittin’ image of that thing on the stoop?”

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

[Tatiana’s POV] I straighten the mask that sits on my face while watching Knight finish getting dressed. He looked gorgeous in his form-fitting suit with a blonde wig attached to his head, but I had to admit, I liked his brown locks better. It was disappointing that I had to see him like this in disguise instead of all his glory.

“Let him land.” Alessia swallowed hard. “Why?” Ianthe stepped closer, eyes gleaming like a starless sky. “Because you must see the man you’re meant to defeat.” The air shook as the Night Riders landed in perfect formation. The lead rider dismounted, a man who is tall, dark-haired, and moon-pale, with eyes glowing faintly violet. A long coat of black feathers and silver threads draped from his shoulders. A thin silver crown sat across his brow. He removed his mask—and his gaze locked onto Alessia immediately.

For a second, I can pretend I’m not me. Then I see him. He’s standing at the edge of the midway, just beyond the glow of a flickering streetlamp. He’s Tall…so tall his shoulders block out the light behind him, and completely still, like he’s been carved from the shadows themselves. A mask covers the upper half of his face, something sleek and black, molded to his features like a second skin. The lower half is all sharp angles with high cheekbones, a jawline that could cut glass and lips that look like they’ve never smiled.

I used his mask as the atmosphere changed to a freesia scent to recognize him. He's tall, with a confident posture that exudes strength and masculinity. His broad shoulders taper down to a toned chest and washboard abs, suggesting a commitment to physical fitness. His arms are well-defined and muscular, showcasing strength and athleticism. His legs are powerful and toned, suggesting speed and agility. Overall, his body appears well-proportioned and aesthetically pleasing, with a hint of ruggedness that adds to his appeal. As I was still staring lost in his beauty, Lucy immediately walked towards him, taking him away from my view as I felt a wave of anger wash over me. Even with a mask on, Lu