Cast Of Ruler Master Of The Mask Mga Nobela at Kwento

He commanded the room. Without giving an order, the soldiers mourning the death of their king but afraid to come closer stood at attention. I frowned. "It's him," Edyrm whispered, "It's the masked man." "Or someone cosplaying ghost rider without the ghost face?" I offered in an attempt to lighten the air that was filled with tension now. "No!" Vulwin said coldly, "He's the real deal. He's the one," "I see Aranthir has outdone himself once again," thr masked man spoke in a monotone voice, the effect caused by the mask he wore.

At the end of the path, standing under an altar made of rusted chains and white roses, was Ruan. He took my breath away. He was wearing a black suit that emphasized the massive, powerful frame of his body, but it was his face that destroyed me. The hardness was gone. The King’s mask had been laid aside, replaced by a look of such raw, unadulterated adoration that I felt my knees weaken. His blue eyes were fixed on me, and in that moment, the rest of the world—the Board, the war, the blood—simply ceased to exist.

“We both know it’s not complete without a mask,” I groaned and crouched to the floor, ripping the mask out of my pocket and placing it over my eyes. “Yes!” His eyes had a glint in them. “Now I have my internet whore right in front of me. Come on, perform. Twerk and shake some booty,” I watched in disgust as he spoke. Is this Professor Fox? Is he drunk? Why did he become like this? Why is he doing this to me? I could feel my eyes begin to water. Luckily, I wore a mask so it wasn’t so obvious.

So has he finally come for me? I trembled slightly at the thought. My worst nightmare has finally come true. It still felt like a dream to me though. He even looked more terrifying than he was in my dreams. I could still feel his intense gaze on me and I know I dare not. He must not be the Alpha. Maybe he is one of the Alpha servants. Though his cloth is that of royalty there is no way he will be the Alpha. I have never heard anyone mention that the Alpha of the Dark Knight pack always wears a mask. No one in his right mind will be walking around with a mask on his face. I always thought he was trying to hide his face so I wouldn't recognize him in my dreams. But for him to wear the mask her

"My apologies, Mr. Bodeen. Just escorting our next guest." A tall man in dark suit stepped into view behind Dominic. Wearing an Aurelian Group security uniform. My blood turned to ice. The guard's eyes swept the room, casual at first, then landed on me his brow furrowed, and I watched him tilt his head slightly like he was trying to place something familiar. Nick's hand was still wrapped around my wrist. The security guard's gaze dropped to where we were connected, then back up to my masked face. I saw it happen. Saw the exact moment recognition started to dawn in his eyes.

They were given a golden mask to cover their face. The gold mask is an honor, especially given to the royal guards of the king, queen, and princess. Dale looked smug and sure of himself. He has chosen warriors, who are ruthless and cunning. 'These two humans don't stand a chance ' he thought. Drake and Mason looked amused behind the mask. "I am itching to teach this fae a lesson about how to be humble," Mason said excitedly. "Don't kill them. My father-in-law won't be happy" Drake said with amusement.

They wore a mask, so they wouldn’t attract attention while getting inside the location. Rieska wore a swirling black gown accented with silver, her dark mask sculpted like a raven, covering the upper half of her face. She let her hair flowed loosely with small braids on each side of her ear. And Zenus in his black armor and mask of a black panther. His twin swords were resting on his back. In comparison, Eleand chose a high collar black jacket with gold embroidery. His delicate gold mask carved a dragon’s head. He was confident in his faerie form minus the wings.

A man with a white mask covering his whole face also jumped down from the wall and then confidently rushed towards the two mercenaries. Three seconds later, the man with the white mask was kicked to the side and his mask fell to the ground. "Ow, that hurts. " "Harson... " Cynthia called out his name in surprise. Why was he so confident even though he was so weak? Why was he so weak yet he could still be the head of the guards? If the man in the white mask was Harson, then the man in the black mask should be . . King Louis. "Be careful! They are mercenaries and they are very powerful! "