Attack Titan Mask Mga Nobela at Kwento

I mouthed, taking of the face mask “Oh my Gawd…..jeez Ax…….”He almost screamed, but I was swift to cover his mouth “Hey…quiet..you won’t want crazy fans coming here right” I scoff putting on the mask, he chuckled “Yea..yea..come on, let’s go to the VIP section….they got expensive dresses over there…and those crazy fans can’t come there. So you will be free to take off that ugly mask” He smirk “My mask isn’t ugly, I know thousand of girls will die to get a hold of it” I boasted

--- The sliding glass doors at the airport’s arrivals wing whispered open, letting in a brief gust of warm, stuffy air. The terminal was a hum of suitcase wheels, boarding calls, and scattered conversations. A few heads turned when Alexander Gracias stepped through. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a charcoal suit that looked like it had been made for him, he moved like a man who expected the world to make way—and usually, it did. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, but the firm set of his jaw spoke for him. Up ahead, Josiah Duggar spotted him. Early-to-mid thirties, trim build, hair neatly combed, Josiah looked every inch the professional. He threaded through the crowd and raised a small si

" She was yelling but Jayden didn't reply. He closed his eyes for time travelling but it didn't work "What's happening?" Anthony "I don't know, I've no idea" he replied He stretched his hands to stop her moving from her car, but that didn't work too Ari was moving closer to him but he was sniffing as he was perceiving some scent but couldn't detect it. He needed to open the door and check what was going on but couldn't because of his mask. As Ari was getting closer, the scent was increasing and Anthony started jubiliating. "It's our mate" Anthony said

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

Similarly, he wore a mask that was similar to the other Night Empire warriors with the only difference being the silver and purple detailing that signified his position. The face mask was a three-dimensional Dragon face made of light weight, highly impact resistant metal, black in colour with its features detailed in purple and silver, where the only exposed part was the eyes; the area of the mouth had a mechanical contraption that moved with the jaw movement and also allowed intake of food and drinks without having to be taken off. The other peculiarity of the mask was that it was fastened at the neck and could only be taken off by the fingerprint of the owner or his superior from the Night

Besides, no one would recognize Alvian wearing a mask. "You're right, Sya. Okay, starting today, I'll wear a mask so no one recognizes my face. But you'll definitely know it's me," Alvian winked both eyes. Very sweet and cute in Allisya's eyes. But not for Kaila and Aqila.

“Hey.'' I called out. “I can hear you.'' She replied nonchalantly which made me rolled my eyes before speaking, “Do you think he will wear his mask?'' I asked in curiosity because I wished I could see his face, “I don't know, that is left for him to decide if he trusts you enough to let you see his face.'' She responded, still typing on her computer. Those words she said rang in my head, and I thought of how it would feel if DOM Tim would trust me enough to let me see his face. Heaving a deep breath, I closed my eyes and all I could see were those two sets of piercing green eyes that always bring shivers to my body. Alpha Eric's POV "A black suit or just jeans.'' I murmured out frustrated, a

I had always hated the name of our pack, thinking it was too bland. Atlas Andino emerged from his car, his usual friends in tow. I knew them all by name, noting how their styles of bullying differed. Atlas Andino, with his pale blonde hair and startling grey eyes. Shaina Adam's with her espresso skin and gorgeous sneer. Michelle Cario, with her long legs and thick accent. Duke Kentworth, with his football jersey and messy black hair. Dean Marsh, with his curly chocolate hair and sly smile.

he mutters. I laugh, but it comes out cracked and sad. “We’re not… we’re not in a relationship.” Anatoly gives me a flat look. “Yet,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Heat crawls up my neck. I look away, suddenly fascinated by the peeling paint on the doorframe. "Why did you take off the mask now?" “The airport security gets twitchy when a six-foot-seven man in a full-face human skin mask tries to board an international flight. They’ll want to match the passport photo. Can’t have them pulling me aside for an identity check-up.”

The normally impenetrable mask shattered like glass under the onslaught of my powerful blow, revealing nothing beneath - faceless. He crumbled to his knees, an ethereal apparition, his countenance veiled in every darkness. As he fell limp to the floor, I felt a fleeting sensation of victory, realizing the key to our liberation – the masks. "It's the mask." I breathed. "Their weakness is in their mask." then I strode toward the second man in front of Simon. With renewed vigor, my friends and I lashed at the remaining assailants, aiming for their cursed masks. Each strike of my claws shattered them into oblivion, releasing the men beneath from their silent torment.