Black Deadpool Mask 소설 & 이야기

But when she blinked, he was gone. The man stood, walking slowly around the table until he was beside her. He gently lifted her chin with one gloved finger. “You see, Camela…I don’t want to kill you. That would be too easy.” Her breath caught as he raised his other hand and reached up to his mask, removing it with a slow and deliberate movement. The face beneath was not human. His skin gleamed white like marble, his eyes were pitch black without any whites, and his mouth stretched unnaturally wide, filled with sharp teeth.

Timothy shot back, and the others quickly agreed, their faces lighting up as they made their way to their sleek cars. Meanwhile, a different scene unfolded in a long-abandoned villa on the outskirts of Biskeland Athenapolis. In the vast, dimly lit hall, a group of figures clad in black, their faces hidden behind masks, bowed in reverence. Dominating the room was a man in a black suit with a ghostly mask, his presence casting a bone-chilling aura over the silent assembly.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

The mask hit the floor with a soft, almost insignificant sound. But to Luna, it echoed. It was loud, violent, and wrong. For a fraction of a second, she froze. It wasn’t visible and no one else would notice. But inside, everything stopped. Because she knew that symbol. Not vaguely, not distantly, but intimately. A black ink, curved like a broken spiral, cut through with three diagonal slashes, burned into the skin just below the ear. That's the mark of Black Helix.

We are calling on the Storks with your song. Through the lopped-off leather top of his mask, I see that his black hair’s a mix of Mohawk and dreads, with the strip of hair in the middle hanging down in matted coils and the sides not shaven but cut short and dyed silver. I also see, through the shattered spectacles and enlarged eye holes of the mask, eyeliner that’s sharp to the point of being reptilian. Even the eyebrows are slanted and pointed upwards.

A breath caught in my lungs. The figure standing in front of me looked like someone ripped straight out of a horror movie. All black. Head to toe. A hoodie pulled so far over his head it nearly obscured his entire face. What little I could see was hidden behind a matte black mask, the kind people wore during protests or heists. "What the hell?" I spat, stumbling back a step. My fingers fumbled for my phone in my pocket, already tapping the side button to bring it to life. “Don’t be scared,” the voice said.

“Wait for me here. It won’t be long.” I watched them discuss as if I was just a chicken about to be slaughtered. The man pulled off his mask, revealing a hideous black scar that ran from his left eye to his jaw. My breath hitched, my body, shaking like a cat drenched in rain. “I…I don’t know you,” I stammered, my voice trembling. “I haven’t done anything against you. So why do you want me dead?”

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.

Eden heard a sudden deep voice, and she looked up and blinked away her tears. And she was in awe. The first thing that came to her mind was 'holy shit'. In front of her stood a man who was wearing full black, he had his hands in his coat and a mask was on his face. He had black hair that seemed messily styled and onyx black eyes. Those eyes were strong but silent and Eden couldn't help but be drawn in. They looked dark and evil but also like they held entire universes. They were dominating, demanding, like he'd bring hell if you disobeyed him. And that's what had Eden staring.

As soon as the man turned, YangYang frozen in her spot and her legs weakened her own mouth betrayed her. ..... Other side of the world, a man with a mask in a black hoodie with 'D' printed on it's back, most of his face was not visible to expect of his hazel brown eyes, he got down from the car. Every bodyguard and higher ups stood at the entrance to greet him.