Novel & Cerita Full Mask Mark Invincible

The person who was supposed to be her father-in-law and grandpa to the pups that she would bear if she ever would have mated to Ace Ales tilted her head to the left to check if the evidence of having a mate was still there. To her disappointment, the mark was still visible. It had healed and turned into a scar which the doctor said that it would never disappear no matter how hard she tried to erase the evidence. Of course she had gone to the doctor and asked him to give her the medicine that would help to heal and get rid of the scar completely because she had tried her grandma's herbs to no avail. "I hate you,"Alessandra mumbled under her breath and tried to cover the mark using the collar

“Or if they do, they enjoy it.” He stepped into the room holding a digital tablet. “I’ve cross-checked the visual description with the only footage we could recover from Marrakesh.” He tapped the screen. An image appeared—blurry but unmistakable. A man. Shirtless. With flames tattooed from his throat to his wrists, eyes dead as stone. Zara stared at it. Mielle whispered, “He took the silver-eyed lady away.” ⸻ Later that night, Zara stood in the rain, face turned to the sky. Lightning forked across the clouds like warning scars.

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

A majestic and ruthless cold aura exudes from him, giving one the urge to subconsciously bow to him. On the man’s face was a sleek and metallic cold, black mask that had intricate, sharp, fierce yet minimalistic designs that made it seem as if it wanted to come alive. The mask's eye cutouts are sharp, revealing the man's piercing, deep, and frigid blue eyes. The mask edges were sharp and precise, enhancing the man's intimidation, majesty, coldness, and ruthlessness.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

Eric removed the black mask Mark Bruce had on revealing his face. Mark Bruce was bald with an oblong head. He had a scar that ran from his nostrils to under his left eye. He has a frown on his face and his teeth on his lower lip. He also had a tattoo on the right side of his face. It was just a tattoo of his initial which was M and B. Eric was more than elated he had arrested the infamous Mark Bruce which the American police had been trying to capture for a while now. It was a big victory to his administration. He couldn't wait to tell the Chief of Police and for all the news outlets to have the news of Mark Bruce's arrest being broadcasted. "Well, I told you commander. I knew exactly wha

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

He sat perfectly still, but every line of his body screamed power. ​He wore a polished silver mask that covered the left half of his face, where the worst injuries were rumored to be. The mask was cracked in one place, giving it a brutal, shattered look. His visible features were sharp: a strong jawline, and one eye deep, icy black that was currently fixed on the patterns in the carpet. He looked like a fallen king, ruined but still terrifying. ​"Anya," my father mumbled, shoving me forward. "Meet Alpha Ronan."

Upon closer inspection, I noticed strange marks on his face. He only smirked, arrogantly eyeing me. I punched him hard in the face. "I'll hand you over to the authorities. You'll pay for your actions!" He killed the coachman, this heartless scoundrel deserved no mercy. As I noticed the peculiar marks on his face, I touched them with my hand, my heart chilling. He had used disguise magic, wearing a silicone mask. No wonder his complexion was unnaturally pale. I decided to rip off his mask, revealing his true identity. However, as I touched his face again, he suddenly went berserk, his muscles bulging, and black fur sprouting from his skin.