Attack Titan Mask Novels & Stories

“I don't see anything suitable for the party here. Are you sure you even have anything to wear?” There was a brief pause before Aito answered regretfully, “Unfortunately, no. I don’t even own a single mask.” “Well, you’re in luck then,” Kaito replied excitedly. “Come to my mall with me. We’ll find you something perfect.” Aito laughed softly. “Alright.” “Oh, this is great,” Kaito continued enthusiastically. “I finally get to dress you up. You know, you really have the face of a model. Come work with me after you graduate. I’ll even split the earnings with you forty-sixty. You’ll get the sixty.”

Thunk! A screwdriver. Straight into the attacker’s forearm. He screamed. Cassian’s eyes snapped to the direction it came from. Maris. Standing, shaking—but on her feet, another tool in hand, arm cocked back again. Anais grabbed her and yanked her down as Cassian fired again, finishing the job. Silence. Only their breathing filled the room now. Cassian crossed the room and pulled the last man’s mask off. He was young. Too young.

I said for both of us, surprised at how steady I sounded. “Good. Let’s get you to the bar. Caio will walk you through service.” Atlas turned and led the way to the glowing bar. Behind it stood a guy with a killer smile, perfectly messy black hair, and curious eyes. “Girls, this is Caio.” Atlas gave him quick instructions, told us he’d be circulating, and to call if anything felt off. But before he walked away, I stopped him. “Mr. Atlas?” He turned. “I have a request. It might sound stupid, and I’m sorry in advance.” I swallowed. “Would it be possible for us to wear one of the masks from the locker room?”

Anthony rolled his eyes, "Oh, come on. I don't have a girlfriend; those are just fleeting encounters. My ideal girlfriend is, of course..." "Shut up!" Ben kicked him aside. At that moment, the driver's door of the Maserati opened, and a man stepped out. Tall and with long legs, he wore a stylish silver jacket with the collar pulled up, a gray scarf around his neck, and a mask on his face. His slightly curly hair had streaks of blue at the front. Just by his silhouette, one could sense his extraordinary appearance. Anthony exclaimed, "D*mn, it's him..."

I scoffed unbelievably, standing upright, but realized I was still putting on a show, so I yanked my body to the wall close by, faking a painful stare. What's special about that mask man? His fragrance? It smells like, well, it's bad! "Wait, is that his shirt on you? The very one he used to slay Tiyan?!" She exclaims, a smile forming on her lips. Oh, I see, he is a fighter, the commander in chief, with girls falling harder with everything that belongs to him. This lady wasn't looking as cold as earlier, but there's a sign of delight, and I am baffled by how her mood changes quickly.

He sat perfectly still, but every line of his body screamed power. ​He wore a polished silver mask that covered the left half of his face, where the worst injuries were rumored to be. The mask was cracked in one place, giving it a brutal, shattered look. His visible features were sharp: a strong jawline, and one eye deep, icy black that was currently fixed on the patterns in the carpet. He looked like a fallen king, ruined but still terrifying. ​"Anya," my father mumbled, shoving me forward. "Meet Alpha Ronan."

"He wants you to react." Before Evans could say a word, a locker slammed shut with the force of a gunshot. The laughter died instantly. Atlas stepped out from behind the row of lockers. He was wearing his varsity jacket, his face a mask of cold, terrifying authority. He didn't look at me or Evans. He walked straight up to Tank. Atlas was shorter than the lineman, but the sheer force of his presence made Tank shrink back. "What did you just say?" Atlas asked, his voice deathly quiet.

Atticus nodded and got in. Jax handed him a small velvet pouch. Atticus pulled out a black mask and secured it over the half of his face. Then he put on a wide-brimmed hat that cast a deep shadow over his eyes. Nothing dramatic, just enough to change the outline of his face and make quick recognition harder in a crowd. “To the airstrip,” he ordered with quiet authority. The Maserati moved through the dark, empty streets, low and powerful. Inside, Atticus leaned his head back, letting the motion settle his thoughts. In his mind, he saw her.

But I couldn't show my true side to Mattew. Without thinking, I reached for the mask. It felt cold in my hand, but inside it was a power that could exceed my own control. I stared at it for a moment before slowly pressing it to my face. As soon as the mask merged with my skin, the heat turned into blazing embers. The power penetrated, replacing my anger with something wilder, more brutal.

The man put on his shirt and slowly turned around, surprisingly wearing a black mask on his face. The mask covered half of his face, revealing thin lips and a pair of deep eyes, the ink-black pupils were as cold as the night, emitting a mysterious light. The right side of the mask had a hollowed out golden fire-shaped symbol at the forehead position, domineering and wild. Jenna could not help but take half a step back, a rent boy, how could he have such a powerful aura, did she recognize the wrong person? No, that tattoo, there would never be a mistake.