Goku Black Crimson Mask Novels & Stories

I stood immediately, lowering my head with the obedience he expected even though hatred pressed against my ribs. “Oracle.” The masked man rested one gloved hand on the carved arm of his chair. His robes were dark red, almost black beneath the silver light, and the mask covering his face had no mouth, only two narrow openings where pale eyes watched me without warmth. “You understand why you have been called here?” “Yes.” “You are certain you can handle Dax Blackthorne when he returns?” I raised my head. “I know him better than anyone in this room.” My mother shifted slightly beside me, but I ignored her.

Far beyond the borders of Blackthorn, the brief peace ended with a terrifying shiver. Inside the Black Fortress, the structure groaned under a sudden wave of dark pressure. The Eclipse Gate rumbled violently as another massive crack spread across its surface, black smoke pouring from the fissure. This time, a physical figure stepped completely through the void. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and clad in heavy black armor that seemed forged from living, writhing shadow. His eyes burned a fierce, unholy crimson through the slits of his helm. He dropped to one knee before the great dark mirror where Nyxar's presence lingered.

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

-Miyuki said to herself, staring at the gray pavement. - Would you really be so sad?- she heard a familiar voice suddenly, slightly out of breath, so stopped right away and turned to see Aoi Takashima standing behind her, gasping for breath. - Were you running here?- Miyuki asked in surprise, looking at him. He was still dressed all in black, in jeans and a hoodie, but this time his blouse had a drawing of a skull entwined with roses. The black mask on his face was now pulled down over his chin. It was also noticeable that his eyes were not underlined with black eyeliner, which made her see his face completely without makeup for the first time.

Four crescent moons faced the four basic directions and in the center was a diamond. Bryant Grevalli of Madfur Okami pack stuns up in his three-piece suit. Gray outer, darker silver vest, and a maroon inner sleeve. So as his trousers were colored gray. His pitch-black hair was brushed sideway formal style and his thick brows matched his fashion taste. On the same side where pack emblems are stitched, Madfur’s double slanting crescents led by an astra.

she moaned, grabbing another cup. Rebekah quickly took it from her. "You can't get drunk without telling us what happened" she said. "Fine, Banks sent thugs to me, and they ruined my car" she said. "What! Same Banks?" Morgan gasped, swirling her drink in her cup. "Of course!" Pearl snapped. "I can't believe it, were they wearing masks? What's the colour of their masks?" Rebekah asked. "Black and white?" Pearl replied. "I knew it! Only The Titans use black and white masks and Rook is the leader, you should have known!" Morgan shouted.

His clothes were a mix of black and red, a perfect reflection of him: Bold intimidating, and edged with menace. A high collared sleeveless black coat hung from his broad frame, the deep crimson lining flashing whenever he moved, and beneath it, a fitting black shirt stretched over a frame that was built more for power than agility. Jagged crimson patterns ran down the sleeves, resembling claw marks or veins of spreading corruption. His pants were dark as the abyss and had the same tattered red designs near the edges as if dipped in blood and left to dry. He wore heavy boots with crimson laces to match his clothes. Around his neck hung a single warn necklace, just a simple chain and battered

Should another blunder like the Cole family's remnants occur, you know what the fallout will be! A chilling aura of death radiated from the man behind the ghost-face mask, his eyes glowing crimson with a bloodlust that sent shivers through the darkness. "Yes! Thank you for your leniency, Master!" The lead man in black gave a prompt and respectful salute, expressing his gratitude to the imposing figure above. The figures in black combat gear were a blur of motion. In an instant, they disappeared from the hall. The man with the ghost-face mask watched the deserted hall, a dark chuckle rising from his lips.

His father Mimi greeted with a big hug, his teacher Yatagarasu, who seemed to smile darkly, he was a gloomy man. Yatagarasu is a tall, slender, muscular man, with dark eyes that look evil and sinister, with long, black hair, straight and looking like it was sprinkled with oil, his thin chin and angular face, he was a superb and majestic form, he exuded danger, in addition to always wearing long, black robes, with a fluttering black cape, which made him show a supernatural air, his voice deep and serious, he walked as if he were a dark and cold bat.

He went down to the ring and sat on the chair on the side of the ring. Astra saw him immediately when she returned. She has finished answering the second call. The woman looked at him with disgust. Who wouldn't be disgusted with him, seeing his sitting on the chair? All members of OMARE CORPs were able to practice martial arts and wield various types of weapons for protection against enemies. She is still a capable woman and her physique is very strong. Astra grinned as she walked towards him. When he saw the woman smiling, he quickly stood up and it would have been appropriate for Astra to return to the ring when she speaks.