Black Deadpool Mask Novels & Stories

It was all black and well fitted, they had a full head covered face mask that concealed their blonde hair and that had only a human skull drawn in front of it. "We look like low budget super heroes", Andrew teased. "Yeah, It was all Mark's Idea", Lucas said laughing. Mark's face was covered by his full head mask, but he laughed through it, even though neither Lucas or Andrew could see his facial expression. "I like it, it has a skull in front representing death to vampires. It's midnight, it's time", He said, as he removed his mask. He couldn't go out of their apartment wearing it. Lucas and Andrew both removed their mask as they placed it in a small backpack and headed out of the apartmen

But my thoughts divulge as I finally notice his mask. I gasp. The mask is an eerie matt black sheet of armor like metal that covers half of his skull. It appears modeled to fit his perfectly symmetrical face and pressed artfully across the bridge of his nose. But what stands out the most are two golden ram horns that protrude from the top corners. They curve backwards to sit where I assume to be just below his ears. What a dreadful reminder of the fact I still stand in the company of the devil. A man that has a distorted face, who has killed his parents, his brother and four of his future wives!

Daniel smiled at him and answered, “I…I work for the black mask. Though, I am not sure if I am still working for him.” Valencia asked him sharply, “What is this black mask?” “Not what…who…black mask is the person who is behind all this. He is the one who operates this racket of turning able bodied men and women into werewolves by forcefully turning them.” “Do you have the name of this person? What does he look like?”

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

"She's a smart and arrogant woman. And yes... she is worthy of being the subject of obsession. Her body, her eyes, and her arrogance... are extraordinary. It would be very interesting to tear down her kingdom and drag her feet into my bed." The man sitting in the shadow suddenly leaned forward until his face was faintly exposed to the light. Julian Blackwood. The right half of his face was destroyed, covered by a silver mask that covered the gunshot wound, making him look like an elegant yet terrifying phantom monster. His remaining eyes radiated a vicious vengeance that was ready to consume anyone.

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

In the darkness, a tall figure did not move too fast as he simply raised his feet and moved forward. The man was dressed in black. He was tall and upright, and he was wearing a hideous fang mask on his face with a black retro and complicated pattern, vaguely giving it a Shura-like aura. The mask covered most of the man’s face, only exposing his tough jawline and his Adam’s apple. The wind around the wilderness blew stronger as he approached, and the cold air gushed against the people’s back! Heath broke into cold sweat. His knees went weak, and he almost fell to his knees at the sight of the mask worn on the man’s face!

His hood fell back just enough for the neon light from the street to cut across his face. A black mask covered his nose and mouth. One eye was a bright metallic silver, catching the light unnaturally, like a prosthetic or something custom-made. The other eye... gods. It was a crystal clear green. That eye burned with a feverish intensity lit by a glint of pure, unfiltered madness. I leaned in, savoring the pulse of adrenaline and the thrum of danger under my skin. "Gotcha, Trouble."

Daniel smiled, a smile that didn't hide his deep interest in the idea. Daniel: I can help with the design. The angles of the face are important, the thickness of the inner skin, the reinforcement points... I'll devise a way to conceal our features precisely. Malik: Good. Let's start with a mask that resembles Malik al-Shalia—Hashma, the owner—and another that resembles Abdel Nasser. Malik moved into Hashmat's room, raised his hand, and pressed the light switch. The room burst into a harsh light that mercilessly revealed the features of death. Daniel, intent on the body, took his phone from his pocket, leaned close to Malik's face, and photographed him from multiple angles; his eyes swept acr

Not this time. And before I could lose it, he spoke. “What does he want now?” Adrien’s voice wasn’t steady, but he was still standing. I almost cried. The man in front of us had his face completely covered by a black mask. He didn’t even flinch. Even with Adrien in front of me like a human shield, I could feel the man’s eyes on me. “He wants his reputation back,” the masked guy said coldly. “Everything returned to how it was.”