Calling To Me Like The Green Goblin Mask Novels & Stories

The words left my lips in a whisper, I must’ve looked like a goddamn clown. I pushed the thought aside, dragging my hoodie over my head. Black on black—dark jeans, a fitted hoodie, gloves tucked into my back pocket. The face mask, smooth and folded, sat in my palm for now. I would need it later. The anticipation coiled in my stomach like a snake ready to strike. I reached for my phone, sending a call to Conner immediately. The ringing seemed to echo in the silent room, a sound that felt heavier than usual. My fingers tightened around the device as I waited.

Our bond was stronger than that. "Silver, code green. There is someone here!" I shouted to him through the mind link. He understood what code green meant and didn’t bother replying because he knew I was in danger. "Who the hell are you?" I shouted as I struggled to stand up with Wahya’s help. My hand throbbed painfully, and my stomach churned, but I pretended nothing was wrong. With a burst of adrenaline, I lunged at the masked man, grabbing his legs and throwing him off balance. I jumped on top of him and pinned his hands behind him, holding them tight.

she assured me, and I smiled at her encouragement, which was exactly what I needed. “Sonia!” a DOM called for Sonia’s service, and she left while I continued cleaning the glass. Suddenly, I felt a strange yet familiar sensation and lifted my head. When I did, I noticed he was standing right across from me. Despite the black mask, I easily recognized him because of his remarkable shade of green eyes, which I haven't seen on anyone else. To be sure it was really him, I moved my gaze to his wrist but noticed the sleeves of his shirt were covering the tattoo.

he muttered as my smile deepened and I clapped my hands and beamed, “Gloves.” Almost immediately, one of the guards who was standing by passed my leather gloves to me. I took it slowly with my eyes fixed on the way it shimmered under the uneven lighten in the room. My mind flashed to Xavier for a second as I reached into my pockets and placed a call over to him. When he picked up, a sickly thin voice rolled out from the speakers. “H-hello sir.” It quivered and I rolled my eyes almost immediately. It was Alex. Xavier's assistant.

“Will serve god with all my heart and might, that I will follow god, and do his biddings. I will kill for god, I will live for god.” The Figure repeated those words. “Amen.” “Amen.” *** The masked man sat cross-legged. He held a rose. Twirling it mechanically, his phone rang. He picked it up immediately. “Speak.” “It is done.” He terminated the call immediately. A smile greased his face beneath the mask. Perfect. “Things are falling into place.” ***

"Ahhh! I remembered something!" The two handsome guys turned their heads to her. "When I was at the underground with George-- no! I mean, that Wen's heir and his three followers, I heard a man calling someone through his phone. Argh! What was it again? Ta? Ta? Ah! He called him 'Tiger Mask'!" Seungcheol and Joshua's eyes wide opened. They looked at each other only to find that maybe they are thinking the same person! "It is him, huh," Joshua smirked.

Not long after a man in an all Black Outfits with his face covered with a Mask appeared. He stood in front of the Robots and made a call. "Master the Robots are here!" I heard him speak. I zoomed the figure of the person in as my hand suddenly stopped on the keyboard. It looks so much like Tony I have been with Tony for a very long time and i know what he looks like more than any other person. I looked intently at the man trying to find a similarity that connects him to Tony or something that confirms that he is indeed Tony. "You are here" A female voice sounded in my ear as I returned the screen to normal.

he says with his thumb curling my lips gently. I smiled lightly " just pick it first" I said kissing his finger. He reached for his phone in his pocket, and answered the call without looking at the caller. He picked the call smiling at me, His expression changed almost immediately "I asked you not to call me Nebula" he says with seriousness. Who is he talking to that is making him so tensed.

I screamed, my voice ripping painfully from my throat. The masked man paused, his body going rigid and still. How interesting. So that particular name got a reaction. Good. “Ah,” he said, his voice darkening as he spoke. “So we’re calling for him now.” “You bet your sick, twisted ass I am, who else was I supposed to call for?” I hissed despite the pain I was feeling in my throat. “He’ll find me. And when he does... He’ll rip your throat out.” The man’s mask tilted slightly, but he didn’t move any closer. “Dante,” he repeated thoughtfully. “Of course.”

He’s still wearing the same burgundy shirt from earlier, as well as the same full-faced mask that only exposes his eyes. The mask is a metal with carved intricate designs. It’s meant to draw attention to it, but what I’m mostly drawn to the stranger’s eyes. Despite the dimness of the garage, I can see them. They are the brightest green I’d ever set my eyes on, and are unlike his strands that are intimidated by the shadows, now seeming to black even though they were brown when I saw the man earlier. My first unwavering thought is to look at the man’s hands. They are dipped in his pockets.