Attack Titan Mask Novels & Stories

The sounds of cars driving by, and their horns interlaced with the cacophony of voices and footsteps created a background song to my self-declared movie. I lifted my head and gazed at the giant sign of the White-Angel company and a flood of warmth flowed in my stomach. —Today was day one of my revenge mission and I was very well prepared for it. I pushed back the Bayonetta glasses I had ordered over the weekend from A****n. They had been one of the basics for the office siren starter pack I had researched deeply on P*******t and which I had dressed accordingly. Over my pin-striped pencil skirt with the side front slit, I had worn a very tight-fitting white shirt which did not have any button

Pockmark Mask now. ***

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

Even Ah Yin shook her head slightly, "Even I don't know." "Did you buy some masks?" Chen inquired and Ah Yin nodded. With a thought and sliver of spirit energy, she pulled out eleven oval masks with various colors and carvings on them. Out of all the masks, there was only one that suited his black battle robes. A simple black mask carved out of the devil tree's wood but it didn't have any spirituality. The sections of the eyes were bordered by white marking. Taking the mask and trying it on, Chen suddenly looked towards Ah Yin with an intensity she had never felt before. His green eyes locked with her blue eyes as he questioned her calmly, "How do I look?"

“Alpha Kael is going to have a heart attack.” I roll my eyes, if the Alpha had a heart attack after seeing me, the Elders would definitely have my head. “I don’t care what he thinks,” I say honestly, i preferred life better when he didn't even notice me. She only arches a brow and hands me the mask. It's delicate,white with silver embellishments, feathers arching off one side, and tiny gems scattered like stars across it. The moment I place it over my face, I feel like someone else. Someone braver.

"Zuberi, you've hated this mask since the day I brought you back from the badlands. Why are you suddenly desperate for me to wear it?" "Because!" Zuberi stammers, shifting his weight nervously and looking at the floor. "Because if you walk into the Eclipse Den showing your unmasked face while wearing that legendary armor, every Alpha male in the five territories will fight to the death to claim you! Then Supreme Alpha Idris will have to slaughter fifty males just to reach your side!" Zuberi is only five years old, but his mind constantly calculates territorial dominance like an old pack strategist. I pull the hardened leather mask over my features, strapping it tightly behind my ears. The da

he advised, but none of his words were getting to my head. I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol that was getting to me or the heartbreak, but I went ahead to wrap my arms around his neck. Still eager to see his face. “That is enough, I think your dress will be ready now” “Don't you find me attractive? Why doesn't any man find me attractive?" Tears welled up in my eyes again, but I was stupid to have reached for his mask and pulled it off. Before me was the most handsome man that I had ever seen, scarred with a giant scar on his face. Yet he remained cold, his gaze dark like he would rip me apart this instant.

Inside: sleek, custom-designed masks that said we RSVP'd with style. I held one up, letting it catch the light like a prize. “This, my dear Ashton, is what cool looks like.” I handed them each a mask—bright, playful things in yellow, green, orange, and pink, all adorned with different floral patterns. Ashton held up his pink mask like it was a dead rat. “Why the hell did you give me pink?” he groaned, his face twisted in theatrical disgust. “Do I look like a girl to you?”

Ren looked at the speaker. It was Jinx. Her avatar was a sleek, cyber-ninja construct. She wore matte-black stealth plating, a hood pulled low over a digital mask that displayed a shifting neon smiley face. Currently, the face was rolling its eyes. Twin monofilament katanas were strapped to her back. "Relax, Jinx," the second figure rumbled. "The man’s got a life." This was Tank.

she moaned, grabbing another cup. Rebekah quickly took it from her. "You can't get drunk without telling us what happened" she said. "Fine, Banks sent thugs to me, and they ruined my car" she said. "What! Same Banks?" Morgan gasped, swirling her drink in her cup. "Of course!" Pearl snapped. "I can't believe it, were they wearing masks? What's the colour of their masks?" Rebekah asked. "Black and white?" Pearl replied. "I knew it! Only The Titans use black and white masks and Rook is the leader, you should have known!" Morgan shouted.