Black Mask Invincible Novels & Stories

he said shamelessly. Vinca couldn't make heads or tails of what Damont said. Instead, she stood and ran towards the lady wanting to scratch her face off because she felt she was the one who was out to ruin her relationship. Damont couldn't take it anymore, so he hit her unconscious, and Vinca saw black. ***** "You said she would be awake in three days, what happened? Why is she still in a coma? Frost asked.

As I looked up at him, I couldn’t help but notice the difference between the color of his eyes and that of his wolf. While Rage’s eyes were blood red, his eyes were a brown so dark that anyone could mistake it for black - like I had done until now. His hair however, reminded me of Rage. Like his wolf’s fur, his hair was black as night and long enough that it brushed his shoulders. Shorter strands fell forward, down past his forehead and over his eyes to give him that intimidating look. His nose was straight and gave an air of arrogance to his already intimidating face while his defined jawline, dimpled chin and full lips completed his terrifyingly handsome face.

she moaned, grabbing another cup. Rebekah quickly took it from her. "You can't get drunk without telling us what happened" she said. "Fine, Banks sent thugs to me, and they ruined my car" she said. "What! Same Banks?" Morgan gasped, swirling her drink in her cup. "Of course!" Pearl snapped. "I can't believe it, were they wearing masks? What's the colour of their masks?" Rebekah asked. "Black and white?" Pearl replied. "I knew it! Only The Titans use black and white masks and Rook is the leader, you should have known!" Morgan shouted.

Devin’s eyes widened slightly. Because they all knew what that meant. A triple rejection. Rare. Dangerous. Possibly fatal—to the bond… or to her. The silence stretched. Donovan didn’t hesitate. “Fine.” The word dropped like a stone. Evie’s heart stuttered. Damon’s jaw tightened. Devin took a step forward. “Donovan—” “Stay out of it,” Donovan snapped. His eyes locked onto Evie’s. Cold. Unyielding. “I, Donovan, future Alpha of Black Claw,” he began, his voice ringing with authority, “reject—”

One of Ivan's men shouted, "Mr. Burke, it's dangerous. We have to retreat!" Regardless of the danger, Ivan was reluctant to leave. He was determined to kill Blake today to avenge Maeve. But he had lost his chance. Blake's men had arrived with a dozen armored vehicles, fully armed and in great numbers. If he hesitated for a moment, one of his bodyguards would go down. Amid the chaos, Malcolm finally reached Blake. He used his gun to break the chains binding Blake.

Inside, in the cabin, it was choking and tense as Rachel and Vanessa stood in front of the old wooden mirror, with their reflections staring back—two women on the brink of something dangerous, irreversible. Vanessa was the first to move, reaching for the black leather mask lying on the table. The mask was simple in its effectiveness: sleek, featureless, and only serving to obscure identity without drawing attention. Her hands were steady as she fitted it, pulling the straps tight behind her head. The mask covered her eyes, leaving only her mouth exposed, but it was enough. It made her feel powerful, detached, as if she were someone else entirely, someone capable of doing anything.

The threat crawling along her spine made her feel as if she were being stalked by a venomous snake. Four figures in black appeared at the burning wreckage, each wearing a strange mask. They surveyed the towering flames and the charred bodies inside. Then, without a word, they slipped away into the shadows. Only then did Evan let her go. Ivana's face drained of color. "W-Who were they?" Evan shook his head. "I have no idea. But I'm certain of this—if they'd spotted us, we'd both be dead." His expression turned grave. Those four men radiated an oppressive, terrifying force that felt capable of crushing him outright. With his current ability, fighting even one of them was impossible—let alone a

Dark clouds began to gather overhead on the already cloudy sky; it was a truly shocking sight to behold. It was similar to applying pressure. Naturally, a Rank 7 Black Dragon did not need to move a single finger to kill him. He could blow up Lucas’ body with pressure alone. "Stand back, all of you!" Lucas ordered the Apocalyptic Legion. Instantly, Joanna and Apocalyptic Legion backed away. Black Dragon looked smugly at Lucas. He knew that Lucas would not be able to stand his pressure as the latter was just a Rank 6 Evolved One. Oh, what a pity, the Black Dragon would soon face the most shocking time of its life.