Attack Titan Mask Novels & Stories

The woman stood still, her body tense. Her golden mask, a true work of art adorned with gemstones, concealed the upper part of her face, revealing only her lips and chin. It was more than just a mask—it was a masterpiece. Elijah's expression darkened as he whispered to his subordinate, "After all this searching, you bring me this?!" The subordinate stammered nervously, "S-Sir, we hired the best private investigators in Centrolis and followed your leads. This is the result."

But lying there, helpless, wasn’t me. And the more I thought about Atlas, the more the fire in me burned hotter. Zara had called him out, dragged his lies into the light in front of everyone. I was proud—hell, I couldn’t stop grinning when I heard she’d done it—but I also knew that meant Atlas’s mask was gone now. And when monsters lose their masks, they get desperate.

A terrifying aura shot out from him, and everyone fell silent in an instant. “What’s this…?” The sovereign grade fighters’ eyes widened in shock. This aura and strength… Mark was already among the strongest of the sovereign grade fighters, but Metal Mask was much stronger than he was. In fact, he was terrifying. Despite their shock, the people tried to guess who Metal Mask was. He shifted and appeared at the start of the corridor. In an instant, he took his fourth step. It surprised the people even more. Timothy’s eyes were fixed on him.

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.

HYun-woo asked as soon as he arrived at the meeting place. "I've just arrived, boss," the man responded, presenting him with the requested item. Upon inspection, he felt content as the mask appeared remarkably authentic, ensuring that his true identity would remain undetectable. After completing the payment, he quickly departed and returned to his condo to try on the newly acquired hyperreal mask.

When he saw the man's face clearly, Ding Hao's heart beat much faster, and his eyes burst out a strange light. The man who had attacked him was a bronze grimace mask man. The expression of the mask was neither crying nor laughing. It was exactly the same as the one he had. There was no difference between the two. Even the material was exactly the same. The bronze grimace mask Ding Hao had was a spoil of war. Four years ago, he finished his training in the Snow Dragon Mountain. On his way back to the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, an assassin kept trying to assassinate him. After the battle with the assassin, he got the mask.

Reeds rustled in the wind, sounding like dry whispers. "Welcome to the Zone," Marcus grunted, checking the seal on his heavy helmet. He looked like a juggernaut, his massive frame encased in black armor plates. They unloaded the gear. A pair of rigid-hull inflatable boats. Crates of ammo. And the specialized containment unit for the Titan Heart.

" The corners of his mouth turn upwards as though he is swallowing his own words because he does not want to utter them. “The ones that want you. The ones that want to take you from me.” “Ezra.” “That’s not real.” “That’s not real,” There is a faint smile that crosses his face. "You didn't think the man with the mask was real, did you? But he was," he says. He gets up, and the air moves for him, like a wave. "He is near now," I think. He must be close enough that I can smell the metal on his skin. It has a biting, almost awkward smell that conflicts with the warmth of his body.

He asks, lighting the cigarette he had behind his ear. "We're always ready. But I need to tell Starlight what her signal is." Thomas nods and he follows behing Izzy, making sure he knows what cue to give her. I take the time to stare in the mirror attached to the door. There's plenty of them in this room, but this is the only one that doesn't lie to me. The lights over head are bright and harsh, highlighting every flaw you have. I have to admit though, I look amazing. Breasts are high, spilling out of my corset, the dark leather biting into my skin. My hands go to the sides of my mask automatically, making sure they stay in place.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.