Goku Black Crimson Mask Novels & Stories

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

Holding it in his hands, he turned it into a pair of black gloves using his Zen and wore them on his hands. As he raised his hands, a terrifying power of the Marciais Combat Form exuded from the black gloves. It contained countless Sword Lights in golden color. Instantly, it crushed the Genesis Divine Light ahead that was on the verge of dispersing.

A sleek black mask covers the upper half of his face, and his head is shielded by a hood made of the same pitch-black fabric. His mask doesn’t even have eye holes, but I can feel him looking at us–at me–as he turns his head from side to side. Georgia hands him the crumbled invitation with a trembling hand. He plucks it from her fingers and turns back into the shadows without so much as beckoning us to follow.

•HIS REAL NEW LIFE• A man is silently walking around a house like some kind of a ghost, he's clad in a black cloak with a hood over his head and a sharp steel knife in his hand, portraying the figure of a creature that takes life from a living. A woman is silently staring at him, clad in a blood stained white dress, her hair covers her whole face. She's unmoving and not even breathing but her eyes are on him, waiting for him to come closer.

Following all the lines of his body up from his hand makes it obvious how lean his waist is compared to the broadness of his shoulders, but it only adds to the dangerous look he gives off. The charity event requires masks, and when Brixton pulls out his, it's an intricate black metal design resembling half of a wolf’s face, as if the other half has been torn off, with teeth bared that look as sharp as I imagine they are when he shifts… if he shifts.

"Alright, let's get to work." For the rest of the night, Kazuha kept her ears out for anyone or anything who wants to spy or eavesdrop on them. She has found a few and made it in a way to not throw off anyone off as suspicious. She even called her sister who promised her help as soon as possible. Cai Kang called Kurai and told him the plan and he agrees to it, already getting ready and heading to find the others. They all get ready for battle. Kazuha wore the jacket and loose black pants, she wore before but she has the hood on, a mask made to amplify her voice and wore combat boots to help her fighting style. Ryosuke wore a similar outfit except that he has gloves with metal casing to make

When she arrived only a few parents were seen around and she made sure to disguise herself so no one will know it's her, it was not hard for her to locate Silva who was already at the school gates to stalk Gray, she wore a long leather pant and jacket with matching boots, then she covered her face with a mask and face cap, Crimson walked out of her car and leaned over it in the same posture as Silva who was staring at the gate to see wether Gray will be out anytime soon. As expected Gray came running out of the gate and right into the open arms of Crimson who hugged and showered his face with kisses, Silva was now staring daggers at Crimson and Crimson was happy her plan was falling into pla

She didn't believe he would keep that old thing. He laughs at her and gets dressed, it was a black garb that exposed the arms and the mid section, the chest was plated with amour and there were gauntlets.to where to protect the lower arm. He slides his mask on and his pants are sticking to his body like glue. They were placed a bit under his waist and she was able to see the drool worthy 'V' he had around his torso.

He looked every bit the Prince he was. His attire was impeccable, adorned in a tailored black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and chiseled features. The fabric seemed to hug his form in all the right places, hinting at the strength and athleticism hidden beneath. His mask, a stark contrast to the darkness of his attire, depicted a black wolf with piercing green eyes, adding an enigmatic allure to his appearance. The intricate details of the mask enhanced his rugged charm, drawing attention to his sharp jawline and intense gaze. Despite the air of formality, there was a subtle hint of vulnerability in his expression, a flicker of uncertainty that betrayed the weight of his responsib

So calm. I keep staring at him in confusion, and take my time in observing him. The man stands tall, towering over me, his entire figure cloaked in black. A black mask covers his face, as I’ve noticed before, leaving only his cold, piercing eyes visible. But there’s something wrong with his eyes, particularly with the areas around them. His eyelids look…scarred. Or deformed. And his eyes are a very pale shade of blue. His gloved hands rest at his sides, motionless, but the air around him feels tense, almost thick with danger. But he isn’t threatening me in any way, and I don’t see a weapon in sight.