Black Deadpool Mask 소설 & 이야기

“Lazarus-“ “Shhh Ma Cherie.” Unexpectedly, he turns around with lightening speed. His hand capturing the perpetrators throat before he could kill him. “Got you.” My eyes widened; the man wore a black mask concealing the bottom half of his face. A gun in one hand and the dagger in the other. His built was on the leaner side underneath his all-black attire, piercing blue eyes ablaze with disdain. “Did you really think you could kill me?” Lazarus laughed, the sound demonic and terrifying.

So calm. I keep staring at him in confusion, and take my time in observing him. The man stands tall, towering over me, his entire figure cloaked in black. A black mask covers his face, as I’ve noticed before, leaving only his cold, piercing eyes visible. But there’s something wrong with his eyes, particularly with the areas around them. His eyelids look…scarred. Or deformed. And his eyes are a very pale shade of blue. His gloved hands rest at his sides, motionless, but the air around him feels tense, almost thick with danger. But he isn’t threatening me in any way, and I don’t see a weapon in sight.

I heard a gruesome deep voice that had my heart galloping,I leaned on the tree,my eyes scanning for whosoever that owns the voice. “Welcome alpha. It's our pleasure. This Ella Hurdly,Mate to Alpha Kingston. She has the true mark”. The fifteen of them lowered their heads for a man who looks in his late thirties. His long dreads were resting on his shoulder. He was in a black outfit,a black booth,jacket, trouser and shirt. He wore a mask that covered his face, excluding his eyes. “So,this Alpha Kingston's mate”. He crouched beside me,his demanding aura pricking my skin aggressively.

On my phone propped up on the pillow, the video call was active. The screen showed a dark room bathed in red light. Big Zaddy sat in a black leather chair, wearing a sleek black mask that covered the upper half of his face. Only his strong jaw, full lips, and that intense gaze were visible. The red glow made him look dangerous. Powerful. Untouchable.

With unsteady fingers, I unlock my phone. The image loads. It's dark, clearly taken inside some kind of club. Red lighting casts shadows across the scene. In the center of the photo stands a tall man wearing a black mask that covers the upper half of his face. Hayden. Even with the mask, I would recognize him anywhere, judging by the set of his shoulders, the way he stands, and the watch on his wrist.

The shop returned to silence, but an unsettling chill lingered in the air. "Don't be afraid." Valerius squeezed my hand. His tone was gentle, but his eyes were incredibly sharp. "I'll triple the security detail. A rat in the gutter can't make any waves." I nodded, forcing a smile. "I know. I'm not afraid." However, none of us noticed. In a dark alley just across the street from the bridal shop. A figure in a large, black hoodie stood quietly by a dumpster. The person wore a mask, and the exposed skin was covered in hideous frostbite scars and burns that looked like centipedes—marks left by the extreme cold.

He is really here. He is dressed in all black, his black shirt neatly tucked into his black pants, the sleeves of the shirt already rolled up and exposing his tattooed veiny forearms. He is also wearing a sleek black mask covering the upper half of his face, leaving only his strong jaw, full lips, and a hint of his sharp fangs visible to me. Fuck. He is even more tempting than I ever imagined. I lick my lips, now admiring his broad shoulders and powerful arms. He possesses the kind of body built for sin.

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

He doesn’t flinch away from the hot, chamomile scented water. “I’m sorry,” I rush out, fisting a handful of napkins and thrusting them in his direction, but he grabs my wrist before I touch him. Tattoos stretch from his wrists to his fingers. Stars, I realize. A map of the heavens. Constellations and planets in faded black ink. I look up into his face, but he’s… wearing a mask. It’s a black mask that covers all but his mouth and the outline of his sharp jaw. His eyes shine behind the fabric, but it’s otherwise… simple, yet jarring.

he asks in a whisper. The three straight cuts throb, reminding me I am not. I finally pull back, looking up. His face is still covered under the strange looking mask I couldn't decipher in the darkness of the ballroom. But now, in the dim basement lights, I see it and instantly a chill runs down my body. It's an eerie black skull, gleaming ominously with shadowed eye sockets and delicate silver-highlighted cracks. Sharp cheekbones, a jagged nasal cavity and a chillingly realistic grin of teeth enhance its lifelike, unsettling texture. Only the azure of his eyes pokes out. "Take off your mask," I say so, so softly that even I am surprised at my tone.