Black Deadpool Mask Novels & Stories

"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.

It was here that fortunes were made and lives were lost, and tonight was no different. Ethan wore a black mask, a symbol of the persona he embodied when he became Hades—the feared and ruthless leader of Hell's Gang. The mask was not just a cover but a mantle of authority that separated him from the man he was behind closed doors. In Tempa, he was not Ethan Leo, the heir to the Leo empire, but the enigmatic and unforgiving king of the underworld.

He was in his late twenties. "You are back, I thought you would stay longer." The mask guy said, on his left arm was the tattoo of the Corpse flower, the tattoo was glowing and moving as if it was breathing. He removed his mask and smiled at his mother. "I couldn't stay for another day son, you know me." Adelena answered and dropped her empty glass cup on the dining table. "Besides, I have made a deal with the hunters." "I don't trust the hunter's mum."

Even if they saw the resemblance— The eye color would throw them off. It's not like I can just wake up and change eye color. It doesn’t work like that. And then— “And let's not forget the mask,” Melina added. I nodded slowly. “…Yeah.” That too. Between the mask and the eyes— I had a shield. A strong one. I let out a long breath. One I didn’t even realize I had been holding. “Thank you, Mel…” My voice softened. “I feel… better.” She smiled slightly.

Now that would be entertaining. I absconded the boxing bag gloves. My long and thick black lashes pressed firmly together and the gate of my eyes shut closed. I inhaled deeply and calmly. And as usual, my subconscious formed a well-built and sturdy figure. It looked virile and manly. He wore black leather pants and a black tacky jacket that looked like one forged from the heat of battle in medieval times. His face was covered with a silver mask. But the color of his eyes was dark and dangerous. The conviction in his eyes was as firm as always. To kill.

she blurted out. “Who did?” he asked. “I can’t tell; I didn’t see his face. He came to me and handed me the pictures and told me to go to the academy and expose her,” she said. “Describe him,” he said. “He is tall and a Lycan. He covered his face with a black mask, and his hair was packed in a small bun. His voice is a bit deep, with a broad chest and shoulders,” she said. “Taller than him?” I asked. She looked at me, and she didn’t want to answer, but Bryan nudged her.

Even Ah Yin shook her head slightly, "Even I don't know." "Did you buy some masks?" Chen inquired and Ah Yin nodded. With a thought and sliver of spirit energy, she pulled out eleven oval masks with various colors and carvings on them. Out of all the masks, there was only one that suited his black battle robes. A simple black mask carved out of the devil tree's wood but it didn't have any spirituality. The sections of the eyes were bordered by white marking. Taking the mask and trying it on, Chen suddenly looked towards Ah Yin with an intensity she had never felt before. His green eyes locked with her blue eyes as he questioned her calmly, "How do I look?"

The room looked creepy, the light was dim and there was nothing but weapons. Adam took several pistols, and then he hid them in his coat pocket. David did the same thing, but he used a black face mask. The face mask was never missed even though the black world counterpart already knew his face. David reasoned because he did not want to indulge his good looks. What makes sense? Let's just say it's true.

With a brusque motion, he tore off the black mask that had always hidden his face. It was the first time I had seen the true face of the Cursed Alpha since I arrived here. He always wore that mask, a barrier that separated him from the world. But now, with his eyes fixed on me, the truth was exposed. His skin was marked by dark spots, deep scars, and burns that deformed a part of his face—the marks of the fire I believed had taken his life.

The creep hit the floor hard. Blood splattered across the tiles, dark under the strobe lights. People screamed. The crowd broke apart in panicked waves as security rushed in. The masked man turned toward me. Only his eyes were visible, dark and unfamiliar. He was tall, lean, dressed in all black like he stepped out of the shadows on purpose. As he adjusted his cap, the neck of his shirt shifted and I caught a quick glimpse of a tattoo. Sorta geometric, like a broken circuit or shattered glass. And a silver necklace with a multi-sided pendant that spun once before dropping back against his chest.