God Of War Ragnarok Mask の小説・ストーリー

Confusion swept across his features as he looked up to see Adam, transformed into his Ragnarok wolf form, standing before him. "A Ragnarok?" Dagon muttered to himself in disbelief. "This will be troublesome, but he can't maintain that form for long." While Alpha Mike and Hugo had struggled to lay a single blow on Dagon, Adam had successfully landed a punch, and his blazing eyes spoke of untamed power. His claws gleamed in the dim light, ready to strike at a moment's notice as he unleashed energy blasts at Dagon. The malevolent being effortlessly evaded the attacks, appearing in different locations with uncanny speed.

For the second that those dragon eyes appear, Winona knew that the being that she is now seeing is none other than. “Reina’s third mask.”

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

I commanded, standing on my feet. My she-wolves savants stepped outside, and immediately Mogan sprang into action. He rummaged through my wardrobe and retrieved my favorite long black robe with a large wolf head imprint on the right side. He also brought out a new, shiny gold mask and my animal skin-made shoes. Within minutes, I was dressed and looking incredibly handsome. The mask covered the left side of my face, which was burnt, while leaving my flawless right side exposed. The mask had been my confidence; without it, I was vulnerable.

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

In one fluid motion, he yanked a charm from his neck, one hidden beneath his shirt, and crushed it in his fist. There was a near-silent exhale as something milky white trickled from the charm. “The seal has been removed,” He made a strange motion with his hand, and my blood chilled as a series of cracks came from within the forest. “I’m sure you’ll understand that I brought my own insurance in case your mates chose violence.” First came Edwards father, strutting from the tree line with his General mask firmly in place. The others followed in formation, rows upon rows of warriors that had turned against Ryker and Jude. They filed onto the sand.

I give myself one last check, in my long black satin dress with slits at the sides and green eyeshadow, emerald green earrings and the necklace with a green pendant which came as a pair. This must have cost a fortune, I wonder how many lives the cost of this set would change. My phone rings, cutting me from my thoughts. I smile when I see Hillary's name flashing on the screen. "Hi," I answer enthusiastically. "Please tell me you're going, Maria won't be able to attend,she cancelled at the last minute." "Of course I'm going g," I confirm as I reapply lipstick on my lips. "Thank God," she sighs. "I'm leaving now,see you there." Then she hangs up.

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?

The sounds of cars driving by, and their horns interlaced with the cacophony of voices and footsteps created a background song to my self-declared movie. I lifted my head and gazed at the giant sign of the White-Angel company and a flood of warmth flowed in my stomach. —Today was day one of my revenge mission and I was very well prepared for it. I pushed back the Bayonetta glasses I had ordered over the weekend from A****n. They had been one of the basics for the office siren starter pack I had researched deeply on P*******t and which I had dressed accordingly. Over my pin-striped pencil skirt with the side front slit, I had worn a very tight-fitting white shirt which did not have any button