Demon Slayer Masked Guy Novels & Stories

asked the mysterious person. He wasn’t that distant from our current position, so I was able to get a glimpse of his appearance. He was taller than I was, and his chestnut hair kept on flowing along with the wind. He was wearing a mask to cover his entire face, and only his eyes were visible. It was definitely black. "Huh?" I murmured to myself when I noticed his resemblance to someone I have known for years. My heart started to go crazy as I carried on with my observation of the newcomer, which is most probably another pureblood vampire and ranked higher than Jazpher, judging from how he reacted.

"Who are you?" Shadow asked as he coughed loudly. The footsteps got closer until they stopped in front of him. He looked up and saw the man wearing a mask and wearing all white clothing, slightly visible inside the room because of the light coming inside the door. Daimon grabbed his chin and scanned his face from left to right. "You look familiar…" he murmured before getting closer to Shadow's fucked up face. "You do too." Shadow spat out blood as he coldly stared at him, realizing who he was. The assassin who attacked Keisha who wore white clothes to stain himself with the blood of the people he killed was standing in front of Shadow now.

Oliver went down first, and Jayden and I followed. ​Zerilliano's guards were waiting below. "Where's your boss?" I asked. They didn't speak. Instead, they just raised their eyebrows at us. They didn't move and just stood there, looking at us, as if waiting for something. From the main door of the house, the masked man came out. He was wearing an all-black tuxedo and pants, and white shoes covered in blood. ​His body shape is familiar. It looks like I've seen him before.

My eyes met his and I visibly froze, the guy beside me with a red mask has been talking but i heard nothing, i even felt his hand on my shoulder, probably trying to pull me back into reality. The skeleton masked guy had sky blue eyes and the demon guy i knew had sky blue eyes too, but of course, it could be a coincidence… except he is actually looking at me! With anger in his eyes and with that distraction, the other guy lands an upper cut blow on him, making the audience gasp in fear, he seemed really known and loved earlier. I was probably wrong, there’s no way Louis would be here. “Hey, Do you want to get out of here?” The man asked whispering in my ear and grabbing my attention.

he added, nodding toward the masked man, “is a demon too.” His smile widened slightly. “And a strong one.” He tilted his head. “So don’t embarrass yourself thinking you can stop him.” Then he turned away and gave the order again, his voice calm but firm. “Go.” ----------- Slyvara’s dark blue energy crackled around her as she planted herself firmly in front of the masked man. “You’ll have to get through me first,” she growled, fists glowing faintly. The masked man didn’t hesitate. He charged, fast and brutal, swinging with a strength that made Slyvara stagger backward. She struck, her fists landing against him, sparks of energy flaring with each hit, but he barely faltered, his movements prec

It was only thanks to his sister, mother, and his earlier exposure to the outside world before joining the academy that he could express some emotions among those who didn’t know that he was the masked man. “Why do you think I use the mask? Because I was too young to be seen as a monster.” In other words, he had been a terror from his years as a teenager. No. If Casper Blade was a demon, Caddaric was the inventor of evil. Recalling the number of people the masked man had killed, it was too hard to believe that a young handsome man was responsible and not a robot as most people were beginning to conclude because of the voice. “Please.” Don Musta went on his knees. Caddaric, without the mask,

He spun to the left to dodge the master’s attack. THE CAT-MASKED demon put the sickle on his shoulder as Celestro retreated. The demon jumped and clung to the farthest wall while growling toward him. As he looked at the demon, his two followers were back, appearing at his side. They both looked at Celetro. “Here, I thought you will take so long to come out,” the cat-masked said to the other demon. “Who are you?” Celestro asked him. “Seriously? You haven’t figured it out. I guess it’s only natural because you’re weak,” the cat-masked demon said while making his sickle disappear. “Imprison him now,” he added at the end.

he said to the masked Alex. I was still on the floor, but I rose. The masked dude was now standing in the middle of me and Stiles. Stiles didn't wait. He surged towards this guy, fist on fist, but the guy was everywhere. Repeatedly blurring out of sight like he was avoiding the fight. This person was far from being Alex… or was it still him? When people are something, it's not like they wrote their skills on their forehead, right? This was now me and Stiles against this assassin.

I stood in the midst of a moonlit forest, the silvery glow of the moon casting an otherworldly light over the serene landscape. Suddenly, a shadow appeared, and my heart raced when I saw him under the moonlight—tall, broad, and dangerous. His long black leather coat shimmered faintly, silver buckles gleaming on his shoulders. A dark cloak swirled behind him, and his black boots thudded heavily as he approached. The demonic mask of blackened iron obscured his face, leaving only glowing eyes visible, and the smile he wore was sinister and bone-chilling. Then, he lifted his hand and slowly removed the mask. My eyes widened in horror as I realized that the man before me was Zander Blake, standin