Black Mask Invincible Novels & Stories

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.

The spots in my vision were expanding, turning from a bruised purple to a deep, final velvet black. My lungs burned, screaming for oxygen that wouldn't come. Dominic’s grip around my throat was a hydraulic vice, completely unyielding, his blackened fingers burying into my skin. He didn't look like a king. He didn't even look like a monster. He looked like an empty vessel, his solid-black eyes staring right through my face, reflecting nothing but the sterile green static of the hijacked dashboard.

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 voice dripped with malicious curiosity. Shock went through Ivan's body, and his heart pounded against his chest. "What have you done to her?" he demanded, his fear mingling with a fierce protectiveness. The scars of Black's past doings against his family still haunted him, never allowing forgiveness to take root. Mocking laughter echoed through the phone once again. "Don't worry, it's not the same as your parents this time, young man," Black retorted, his tone seething with sadistic satisfaction. "I merely wish to have a little chat. Find me when you have time, Mr. Busy Man!"

He glanced at June and winked. When the Gardener touched the jar, Marcus didn’t let go. He smashed it against the Gardener’s chest. It wasn’t a machine inside. It was the last of the black virus—the evil code from June’s grandmother. “If you want our fire,” Marcus roared, “then take our ghosts too!” Black ink exploded, covering the Gardener. The giant made a sound like shattering glass. His white armor turned black. The bone-ship above shook as the virus shot up the beam and infected the ship.

Her skin was practically translucent now, golden light pulsing beneath it in time with her heartbeat. "It won't stop," Vivienne said, something like compassion crossing her features. "But you can choose how it proceeds." The first figure appeared in the chamber entrance—Leon Blackthorn's dark suit immaculate despite whatever chaos he'd navigated to reach them. His eyes were no longer human, shifting between obsidian black and midnight blue. Behind him came others: a red-haired man whose skin seemed to shimmer with heat, a pale blonde whose breath frosted the air around him, a silver-eyed man with electricity crackling between his fingers.

Viktor’s expression darkened at the memory of Andre disappearing into the black whirlpool. “The time for chit chat is over,” he said. “It’s time for you to meet the doom that should have been yours a century ago.” Viktor raised his arm and sent a stream of black magic streaking toward Dominic. Dominic was ready, though, and called forth an air shield that stopped the beam before it could reach him. Viktor was undeterred—he had never expected his triumph to be instantaneous. He sent four more dark bolts flying at Dominic in quick succession. The shield blocked each of them, but Dominic could feel the immense power of the black magic tearing at the fabric of his protection. To remain purely on

Susan said jokingly. Edmond gave Susan an icy cold stare that should have made her shudder, but she was amused instead. "Your bodyguard is one hell of a kind. Mr. Black, please lighten up a little." Since he was decked in black, she decided to dub him Mr. Black. Edmond's emotionless gaze remained on Susan, while Susan, on the other hand, wasn't affected in any way. She covered her mouth and whispered in Ivy's ear, "This fella looks like those defenders in the movie, who were ready to risk their lives for their boss. Zack Anderson knows how to pick people, I give him that."

"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.

The power of Leak is intimidating her proving that she is no match for him. “’ Back off’, you said? Asking me with a gun on your hand?” Black circles appear around him ”YOU BLASPHEMOUS BITCH!” Those black circles are coming to her. She is trying to shoot them, yet none of them gets crushed at all. When they are about to touch her body, they vanished out of the blue.