Goku Black Masked Novels & Stories

Piper watched as Kai pulled out a black face mask from his pocket and put it on. He had his eyebrows pulled together as his eyes were focused on his recent victims, laying on the floor – dead, while he fill in the cartridge case. Kai’s black gloves were now stained with dust marks so was his suit. His clothes were not just dirty but crumpled as well. This hair was out of place and it had particulars stuck to it. The entire chaotic situation must have been keeping his mind off all the imperfections on him. Piper was still not sure if Kai should be here. It was getting increasingly dangerous.

I began, my voice laced with curiosity, "could you tell me more about the Alpha of the Black Moon Clan? What kind of person is he?" The servant's expression shifted, her eyes flickering with a strange mix of discomfort and uncertainty. "Ah, the Alpha of the Black Moon Clan," she started cautiously, "His name is Theobald Bastian, he's quite... unique. He wears a mask over half of his face, so no one has actually seen his true appearance." I furrowed my brows, puzzled by this revelation. A masked Alpha was certainly an unusual sight, and it only deepened the air of mystery surrounding him. "A mask? Why would he hide his face like that?"

Tommaso's main mansion was a line of silent figures. They had appeared so quietly that no one had noticed exactly when they arrived, each individual wore black from head to toe, not a single piece of exposed skin could be seen. Dark clothing merged seamlessly with the growing shadows around the estate, fastened securely across every back rested a katana. Their faces were completely concealed beneath fitted masks, while only their eyes remained visible. Those eyes revealed nothing but absolute stillness. Each of them held strange star-shaped weapons balanced effortlessly between their fingers, the sharpened edges reflected faint light.

Each group had different ways of treating their members before finally given their corpse to Mother earth. The last masquerader to be seen was a tall and lean masquerader. He carried plantain leaves with his brown teeth and was completely covered from head to toe. He wore a thick brown mask with strange patterns drawn on it. He drew closer to Akunna, circled him for sometime before rubbing his chest with white chalk. Brief words of grief followed, then he vanished out of sight.

He agrees but looks at the two suspiciously, as soon as he turns the corner, the masked singer appears and the elder brother stops him when he is about to enter the hospital room and says to him, “I don’t know why my sister collapsed in front of you. But I am also curious as to why you are the first man she has approached in ages, I believe you might be able to heal her psychological problems. So I will give you a chance tonight to take care of her and let’s see what will happen.” He nods his head and is about to enter but he stops him again and inquiries, “What is your name singer G?” He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ”

Andrea shrugged the feeling off and tried to pack her hair in a bun as it was already dripping with the rain water. As soon as she settled in and started moving, two men in black who had cameras in hand stumbled on eachother. "Fuck you Gray, why do you always try to get on me everytime we are on a field mission." The redhead with a pair of glasses groaned as he tried to push Gray off of him. His name was Kelvin. Kelvin's glasses had a crack on the left one of the two thick frames and on a closer look, one would know that it had been there for long.

Kara narrated. “oh, Brown, come check, we got Bruce Lee in a feminine body, ” George joked. What an ass. “If you don't mind now detective, I will love to go back inside, ” Kara tossed the blanket back to his face. She hastily stormed off back to her house. “Hey, Bruce Lee, this is currently an active crime scene, you are not allowed in until stated otherwise, ” he spat back. Kara halted, turned back, “can I whisper something to you detective?” she slowly slides her top off, exposing a decent amount of her cleavage.

“No, it can’t be.” The self-centered guitarist felt a cold, crippling shock run down his spine after seeing the mysterious image. Taylor felt a similar dread. “I saw this image the first time I got Barracuda,” Taylor in awe. The image was a humanoid Kaiju covered in purple and black armor, but with the head of an octopus. “Is that --” “Mason Black,” Soundhound answered before Taylor could finish.

Nagtaas-baba pa ang kilay nito. Sumunod ang tingin ko sa tinutukoy ni Athelia. Naroon si Adamson. He was wearing a black button down shirt. Nakabukas pa ang tatlong butones. He was a bit sweaty and under the lights, his sweat shimmers like they were diamonds. May suot din itong kwintas na may dog tag na pendant. Mukhang may magpipigil ng ngiti ngayong gabi ah. Natawa ako nang umirap si Ena at sumiksik sa akin.

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.