Black Mask Invincible Novels & Stories

he affirmed, determination gleaming in his eyes. As Ivan left his office, a storm brewed within him. Black had resurfaced, threatening to disrupt the fragile peace he had begun to find with Natalie. But Ivan, driven by a potent mixture of love and vengeance, was ready to face the darkness that awaited him. The battle lines were drawn, and he would stop at nothing to protect what was his this time.

"Hey... you." Marcus raises his eyebrows, as he peers at River whilst clutching a Murphy's Pizza bag. Stacked with food in one hand and a large pizza box in the other. "I should fight you for being so unreachable since Prince James Bordeaux ran off to England." Marcus pushes past River, then halts when he sees Sebastian, head buried in a blue file jacket. "This is my boss, Sebastian." He turns to Sebastian, clearing his throat. "Mr Black, meet my friend Marcus." River gestures to the studious young man, dressed in a fancy grey suit, with a tie and vest under it.

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 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.

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

"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.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.