Attack Titan Mask Novels & Stories

This mask isn’t just fashionable, it was designed by Black Eagle and must be handled delicately. Unlike any of the other masks mine has been outfitted with a transmitter, as well as a small computer system designed to send information through nearly invisible lenses. It's so specialized that I know Katelyn Rose had to have crafted it, even though it was “Ms Smith” who handed it to me.

He tilted his head back, held his breath, scrambled to take off his short-sleeved t-shirt, wiped the vomit off his face, and glared at Blackie. "You're just going to watch? Hurry up and get me water!" "Yes yes yes…” Blackie quickly let go of Alex and went back to the car to get mineral water. Alex stared at the masked man's right arm, where there was a tattoo in the shape of a wing, which looked very familiar.

Finally, I dragged him back to the rooftop. Everyone at the scene gasped. It took them a while before they got over the shock and rushed over to secure the dazed patient. Even Kate had stopped crying. I wiped the blood off my hands and strode toward her. With my blood-stained hand, I slapped her hard across the face. I poured all of my anger and hatred for killing me in my last life into the slap. The force sent her staggering backward, nearly falling to the ground. Her meticulously styled hair was disheveled. The blood-stained slap mark on her face began swelling.

"Just… go get me my favorite breakfast. I'll be downstairs in a bit." She smiled wearily at me again. "Okay. Take your time." After she'd left, I limped into the kitchen mirror. Same brown eyes. Same long black hair. Same bloody curves. "Still the same old Selene," I said to myself, exhaling. "Oh goddess do something." I opened my closet and started stuffing my backpack with nothing but tomboy attire. Hoodies. Loose shirts. Loose jeans. If I was going to pull this off, I had to look like a boy. I could just get the rest from Liam anyways.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Nagtaas-baba pa ang kilay nito. Sumunod ang tingin ko sa tinutukoy ni Athelia. Naroon si Adamson. He was wearing a black button down shirt. Nakabukas pa ang tatlong butones. He was a bit sweaty and under the lights, his sweat shimmers like they were diamonds. May suot din itong kwintas na may dog tag na pendant. Mukhang may magpipigil ng ngiti ngayong gabi ah. Natawa ako nang umirap si Ena at sumiksik sa akin.

Hidden seamlessly within the lining of the velvet was a layer of carbon-nanotube armor, capable of stopping a high-caliber bullet. She picked up her mask—a delicate, silver filigree piece that covered the upper half of her face, adorned with black diamonds. "You look dangerous." Zara turned. Ethan leaned against the doorframe of the suite. He was breathtaking. He wore an immaculate, tailored black tuxedo, a stark contrast to the silver masquerade mask resting in his hands. He leaned casually on his silver-tipped cane, though Zara knew the cane concealed a high-voltage shock baton.

But then again, I wasn’t exactly the target audience. I was deep in that thought and disconnected from everything when Matt elbowed me lightly, forcing me to lift my head. The room has quiet down to a hush and movements were stilled. Then the house lights were slowly dimmed and when a single spotlight sliced through the haze, it landed on the stage. On her. My fingers tightened around the glass in my hand as I watched her. She’s standing still on the stage in red leather that left very little to the imagination and a black mask hiding half her face like she has done this a hundred times. Like the room was hers even before she opens her mouth or move a muscle.

"We need to remain the 'Hidden Faces.' The myth is more effective than the celebrity." The team adopted the "Masked Protocol." When operating under the LNI banner, they wore tactical gear reinforced with Aether-dampening mesh and high-impact masks that obscured their identities while projecting the LNI emblem. They were to be seen as a force of nature - faceless, efficient, and undeniable.

I said and Axton moved forward. She shrieked as she was pulled from the ground and tried to struggle with him but he was still stronger than her, even though he was a bit tipsy. “Take off her mask.” I said through a lump in my throat. “Fuck me.” Tivan said as Axton took off her mask.