Attack Titan Mask Novels & Stories

“Hehe, Argent is so arrogant and has a big appetite, asking for more despite already taking my divine weapon.” The man took off his mask made of human skin and revealed a weather-beaten face. He was not old, but his face was distorted as if his skin was burned, which looked terrifying.

The tall frame in front of her knelt down and harshly cupped her neck, their faces only inches apart and Martina could only cringe. This is the face of a man she has loved for ten years, the face of the man she worshiped more than God himself, the face of the man she always looked up to. Right now, even the devil she heard about in stories was much more approachable than this devil in front of her “Please Hardin” Martina began to beg, “please don’t do this to me” tears were still streaming down her almond shaped eyes, “please!!” “Hardin baby” Melisa called out to him while standing up, she was clad in a red colored dress that exposed part of her cleavage which left Martina wondering where i

The man with a mask over his face. *

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.

Out of the space ring on his left hand, a machete appeared. Fane raised an eyebrow. So, the masked man used a machete. With a step forward, he swung the machete in his hand at the Divine warrior. His attack was so quick that he left behind an afterimage. The Divine warrior also pulled his sword out the moment the masked man started to attack. Just like the other Divine warriors before, after a purple glow, two clones emerged. The bodies on the left and right started to attack the masked man.

It was not my business if he went about sleeping with other women, but now that I thought about it, it didn’t sit well with me. “You will be the first, if you let me,” he teased releasing his hold on me as Ethel returned holding a black mask in her hand. She bowed to Atlas and gave me a puzzled look, perhaps sensing the tension in the air, but chose not to comment. “Here is your mask,” Ethel said. “Can I put it on for you?” She asked, already going behind me. “Yes,” I nodded. She slowly placed it over my eyes as my gaze remained locked on Atlas.

The obsidian archway groaned, a dull green light flickering back to life across the stone. "System error cleared," Zack called out, his voice strained as he forced himself to look away from my face. He grabbed the silver token and thrust it back into my hand, his fingers brushing against mine. He was cold as ice. "Mask 99... you are cleared for entry. Move along." "Thank you for your service, Commander," I said softly. I raised the silver filigree mask, letting the cold, diamond-cut metal settle against my skin. The world through the thin slits turned darker, sharper, and completely focused.

Finally, Albot walks towards me with a simple wooden box in hand, a sly smile on his face. “Atticus told me this is for you.” He says softly, opening the box to reveal a delicately crafted mask. The mask is shaped like a crescent moon, the lower portion will be covering my eyes while the upper portion will be slightly above my hair line. What surprises me the most is that it is made with silver threads with a small delicate chain holding a pearl sized moonstone falling from the tip of the top peak. A mask only I can wear, a piece of silver that could be used as a weapon, and a moonstone that I have a feeling Cassandra enchanted with another charm to keep my identity a secret. With a smile, I

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?

He asked, his eyes showing concern. "I-I'm fine." I answered him. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and lifted me up while I was staring at him. My nose was immediately filled with his sexy cologne and I take my time to inhale his scent. Triple shit! "So.." he started, with husky voice, "I heard Tate got beaten last night, by, the obvious man in the world."