God Of War Ragnarok Mask 소설 & 이야기

"But after this… we're done." Ragnar let out a low, relieved sigh, and for a heartbeat, I saw the human mask slip away entirely, replaced by the raw presence of the wolf beneath. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice echoing with a depth that sent shivers down my spine. "Thank you, Mate." Before I could respond, there was a sudden flicker in his gaze, and just as quickly as it had appeared, the wolf receded, the hardness returning to Jake's eyes. His expression twisted back into that familiar sneer as if amused by my reaction.

She greeted faintly, bowed her head just as Marcus had thought her. Ragnar's face rested on Aloha, his eyes beaming with admiration for the first time after many years, seeing the girl inside the clothes he had bought for her. His gaze shifted from the clothes and landed on her lips, in a twinkle of an eye, his face shifted back to his usual deadly gaze, anger coursed through him immediately as the image of him kissing her last night popped out Admiring the same witch girl riled him up now.

On the other side of the locked door, Grayson pressed his forehead against the cool wood, one fist clenched at his side. His heart hammered in his chest, adrenaline still coursing through his veins from their explosive encounter and the shock of recognition in her eyes when his mask had fallen. "Red!" He pounded once more, frustration evident in every line of his body. "This changes nothing. Please, open the door." No response. Just silence that stretched taut between them. "Goddammit," he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. He'd thrown on his pants and mask but hadn't bothered with his shirt, his chest still slick with cooling sweat.

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

The obsidian archway groaned, a dull green light flickering back to life across the stone. "System error cleared," Zack called out, his voice strained as he forced himself to look away from my face. He grabbed the silver token and thrust it back into my hand, his fingers brushing against mine. He was cold as ice. "Mask 99... you are cleared for entry. Move along." "Thank you for your service, Commander," I said softly. I raised the silver filigree mask, letting the cold, diamond-cut metal settle against my skin. The world through the thin slits turned darker, sharper, and completely focused.

Javed whispered. “Stay in the restroom. Do not go back to the table. I am on my way.” The line went dead. Twenty minutes later, Javed was standing just inside the restaurant lobby when the heavy glass doors flew open. Martin stormed in like an avenging dark angel. He was still wearing his dress trousers, but he’d thrown on a sleek black leather jacket that made him look impossibly large and intimidating. His face was a mask of pure, murderous rage. Before Javed could even speak, Martin caught sight of Adrian, who had wandered out to the lobby looking for his date.

What hell am I supposed to do now? He smiled, leaning against the wall. "Maybe the goddess likes you better this way." "Don't play games with me, Liam. Not today." He flung both arms out in front of him. "Okay, okay. Okay. Relax. Let me think." He paced back and forth across his messy cabin, muttering to himself. "We need something quick… straightforward. Maybe—" "Maybe what?" I prompted. "Maybe we cloak you." "Disguise?" I asked.

His black eyes staring out at the water that slided down the window. “Time isn't far away before the first attack goes to that Kingdom.” He said, almost celebrating. “Our warriors are growing Alpha, there is nothing to worry about. Once we have the witches, there is nothing that can stop us.” James said. There was a sinister smile on Ragnar. He wasn’t talking, but there was a different kind of power around him. “Leave me.” He said, as James nodded, walking away. But Ragnar made his way towards the window, his reflection of the glass, as another lighting came and a dangerous thunder. Revealing his face.

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.