Full Mask Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

“Then we stop it. Whatever it takes.” --- The next day was spent in rigorous preparation. The armor was reinforced with moonstone plating. Potions were brewed and blessed. Each member of the infiltration team was branded with a concealment sigil that blurred their presence to magical detection. At sundown, Aria walked the length of the fortress alone. She passed soldiers training under torchlight, the clatter of steel echoing like a heartbeat. She watched healers tending to the wounded from Red Peak. She lingered briefly at the Moon Altar, where fresh flowers had been placed by young pups.

"Look what we have here. Two little pups, all alone in the woods." "Run!" a woman's voice screamed from somewhere behind us. I recognized it—Ava's mother, crashing through the trees, her face twisted in terror and rage. "Run, now!" But we were surrounded. Ava grabbed my hand, and we jumped down from the boulder, trying to find a gap in the circle of men. One of them lunged for us, and I saw something impossible—his face was changing, elongating, his teeth growing into fangs. Ava's mother reached us, putting herself between us and the attackers. "You can't have them!" she snarled, and her voice was different, deeper, inhuman. "They're under pack protection!"

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

There were men in their suits and women in their expensive dresses. Eleonna stopped looking around the place when she felt a hand on her wrist. Yuan stopped in front of her as he rummaged something in his pocket. "Wear this," The girl looked at the black mask that he handed to her in confusion. "Huh? Why?" "That's to protect your face from unnecessarily curious eyes." Eleonna shrugged it off and wore it. Yuan lead her again to a silver door just a little far away from the party. Beside the door is a box with a scanner. Yuan removed his necklace and placed the pendant in front of it.

"Hmm. It appears you are who you say you are." "What is it you want?" I ask. "We want Evanish." The man shouted, frustrated. I began to wonder why he would want that. Damian had designed it to help those in Witness Protection. But could it serve another purpose? I studied the men around me. They were covered in tattoos, all wearing black jeans and leather. "You're in a Gang." I said more as a statement than a question. The man remained silent as I studied him. "If you're after Evanish, then it's not for you. It must be someone else. A leader, perhaps?" I replied, eyeing him.

Instead of following them, she went back inside her room and lay down on her bed. She looked around her room and noticed the picture of her and Duke on their wedding day. The picture shows that she’s delighted; her face is shining, but Duke isn’t; he didn’t even bother to put on a fake smile just for the photo’s sake. Aisha’s eyes start to moist with the thought of Duke and the woman earlier, “Even if it’s breaking me apart, Duke, I won’t give up. I’ll continue and endure everything because I love you; I will be your Luna,” she muttered.

Granted, she did fight back in self-defense yet she was more dangerous than he was. His face flashed on the screen. When Keisha was able to pull his mask, it showed the bottom of his face, showing his lips and nose. "If anyone can catch this man, I will give half a million to whoever can tip us off on who he is and where he is. I will not let this man– or anyone get away from hurting Keisha Lexington." Eros stared straight to the camera, almost as if he was looking through Daimon's soul.

He steps backward into the darkness outside. Stops. Turns his masked face toward me one last time. “Aiden,” he says quietly. “Don’t let him touch the mark.” Ezra’s breath catches. The masked man vanishes into the night as the door slams shut. Silence swallows the house. Ezra stands perfectly still. Then he turns slowly—too slowly—toward me. His expression is pale, stricken, fragile around the edges. “Aiden,” he whispers, voice thready, “come here.”

I said trying to quickly distract him from coming to the inevitable realization of the situation. He immediately glanced over my shoulder at what I was trying to hide. It felt like he was a stressed-out parent who happened to stumble upon a disobedient child’s mess. Now that we weren’t standing so close; I could see he was dressed in what seemed to be an alien warrior costume made up completely of some type of rose gold armor with matching gauntlets, spartan style armor vest, and black and rose gold futuristic combat pants and boots with straps that had some cool light effects that made it look like they were glowing. He even had a mask that looked like a cross between a clear high-tech face

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what