Black Deadpool Mask Novels & Stories

Someone stepped inside. I froze. He wore a black hooded sweatshirt, black and frayed at the sleeves. But what made bile rise in my throat wasn’t his clothes. It was his mask. He—she, whoever—wore a white Grim Reaper mask. There were hollow eyes that swallowed the light whole. That skull’s jaw frozen mid-sneer gave me the creeps of my life. And I was a thread close to passing out again. But then, my body didn't let me. Instead, my blood went cold enough to ache.

Everyone felt a strong killing intent and a bloody aura. "Hahaha, this day has finally arrived!" A figure covered in a black hoodie cloak was standing in the shadow on one side of the street. He was laughing loudly while looking up at the rift in the sky. When he slightly leaned over, a bronze grimace mask was revealed at the edge of the hoodie. The expression of the mask was crying as well as laughing. Under the mask, there was a crazy look flashing in his eyes. No one discovered when he had appeared. He had appeared and disappeared like a specter.

A man stepped into the light. He was a predator in a world of scavengers. He was massive, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, draped in a black suit so dark it seemed to absorb the light around it. But it was the mask that stopped hearts—a haunting, polished silver mask that covered his face, leaving only two burning, obsidian eyes visible. The crowd parted like water before a shark. No one spoke. No one even dared to breathe.

Because clearly they underestimated me. One man stood directly in front of me, tall, built like a wall. His face was hidden by a black mask, but his voice was steady when he spoke. Wore a black long sleev, probably trying to hide the fact he had a tattoo. But unfortunately for him he unconsciously raised the sleeve on one arm and quickly brought it down, but I say enough to know the first one was that of a tiger. “Alexander Blackwood. You know why you’re here ?"

Her hand flew to Calix's hand to alert him, but he was already staring at the black shape reflected on the glass, his face pale and his face slack with shock and fear. There was indeed a black figure. A cloaked silhouette of a human, except that its face was covered by a black metal plague doctor's mask. A Hellborn in the flesh. A Punisher in full battle regalia. Kat and Calix turned around, and then the Punisher charged.

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

My eyes dip lower taking in his tight black slacks and black dress shoes and it takes all my self-control not to steal a peak at the goods. A guy who is that ripped is either overcompensating for something or… he just wants the rest of him to match up to what he was born with, and I’m unsure which, but I know which one I’m hoping for. Before my thoughts can spiral out of control in the cesspool that is my depraved mind, I notice the people next to him. To his left is someone who I can only tell has dark espresso-like skin because of the colour of their hands, which are currently very busy. Their face is hidden behind the most incredible mask I’ve ever seen. It’s black metal, shaped like a sh

I stood in the midst of a moonlit forest, the silvery glow of the moon casting an otherworldly light over the serene landscape. Suddenly, a shadow appeared, and my heart raced when I saw him under the moonlight—tall, broad, and dangerous. His long black leather coat shimmered faintly, silver buckles gleaming on his shoulders. A dark cloak swirled behind him, and his black boots thudded heavily as he approached. The demonic mask of blackened iron obscured his face, leaving only glowing eyes visible, and the smile he wore was sinister and bone-chilling. Then, he lifted his hand and slowly removed the mask. My eyes widened in horror as I realized that the man before me was Zander Blake, standin

Because his oxygen levels are depleted, he's been forced to breathe with the assistance of an oxygen tube. Terrence took a wooden box out of his father’s bedside drawer and placed it near him. His father gathered all his strength to open the wooden box with his son’s assistance and took out a peculiar-looking mask. It is made of silver and gold. "T-this is the Black Scorpion mask. Anyone who bears this mask bears the entire organization. It's yours now." Travis said while barely holding the mask with his pale hands. He extended his hand to give it to Terrence. Terrence took the mask from his father and examined it. He realized it has a resemblance to a scorpion’s face. "Dad", was all he coul

"Mom!!!! Dad!!!!" The devil himself, dressed all in black, was before me, but I couldn't see his face. He is wearing a mask, but I was able to glimpse his eyes, and it does not appear that he is in the least bit shaken by the fact that he has just killed two people who are just like him. Who is he?