Green Goblin Mask Calling To Him Novelas e Histórias

“Do you have the name of this person? What does he look like?” He tried his best to answer, “I…don't really know. He has never shown his face. He wears a black mask and complete black clothes. That’s why we refer to him as black mask…other than that, I only know that he wants to create an artificial army of monsters.” “What for?” came Dominic’s question that had been lingering on everybody’s mind. “I don’t know that either…I am too low to know of such trivial things. However, he had taken a special interest in me because I was the only one to have sustained all the trials and tests conducted by his team.”

“Wait for me here. It won’t be long.” I watched them discuss as if I was just a chicken about to be slaughtered. The man pulled off his mask, revealing a hideous black scar that ran from his left eye to his jaw. My breath hitched, my body, shaking like a cat drenched in rain. “I…I don’t know you,” I stammered, my voice trembling. “I haven’t done anything against you. So why do you want me dead?”

he mused aloud, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that echoed in the chamber. The informant, sensing the mask man's satisfaction, dared to speak. "What do you plan to do, sir?" The mask man's eyes gleamed with a predatory glint. "We must stay ahead of him. Information is power, and now we possess valuable insights into Rudra's arsenal." He stood up abruptly, his cloak swirling around him like a sinister shroud. "Bring me one of those coins," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. The informant nodded, his pulse quickening with a mixture of fear and excitement. He knew the significance of the mask man's request. The coins held secrets, and possessing one would give the mask man a tangibl

It was a man in black wearing a ghost mask, tall and lean with cold, sinister eyes. Looking at the boy who had dodged him, he muttered in disbelief, "Dragon-Slaying Palm?"

He sat perfectly still, but every line of his body screamed power. ​He wore a polished silver mask that covered the left half of his face, where the worst injuries were rumored to be. The mask was cracked in one place, giving it a brutal, shattered look. His visible features were sharp: a strong jawline, and one eye deep, icy black that was currently fixed on the patterns in the carpet. He looked like a fallen king, ruined but still terrifying. ​"Anya," my father mumbled, shoving me forward. "Meet Alpha Ronan."

“Will serve god with all my heart and might, that I will follow god, and do his biddings. I will kill for god, I will live for god.” The Figure repeated those words. “Amen.” “Amen.” *** The masked man sat cross-legged. He held a rose. Twirling it mechanically, his phone rang. He picked it up immediately. “Speak.” “It is done.” He terminated the call immediately. A smile greased his face beneath the mask. Perfect. “Things are falling into place.” ***

I hesitated, then answered. "Did you come alone?" the baritone voice asked. "Yes," I replied, trying to sound confident. "Good. Follow the path to the garden. I'll be waiting." I ended the call and followed the winding path to the garden. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and soft music floated through the air. As I turned a corner, I saw him. He was tall, dressed in a tailored tuxedo, his face partially hidden by a sleek, silver mask shaped like a heart. His complexion was smooth, his eyes piercing blue.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

He wore a mask, bearing blue x shaped lights on the eyes and green lights, shaped as a triangle at the nose. A similar green rectangle and the mouth. His mask automated his voice, and since he wore a long black robe, with high boots and leather gloves, no one could tell who he was. “Although, Brian, I will let her go,” he said, taking a few steps away, “she did lead you to me after all,” he added. Tears were flowing down my ears, as I wallowed in regrets for ever getting involved. I thought I had an epic plan, but it didn't take half a day for my epic plan to blow up in my face.

I snapped, knowing that this was a new dress, one that I had just bought, just for today. “Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going." his deep and husky tone came through; his voice carried a powerful aura, one that I was capable of sending shivers down my spine. I finally lifted my gaze to meet him. He was wearing a mask, and even though it was all my fault, he still went ahead to apologise. “No. It's fine, I was the one who was not looking at where I was headed” I muttered and was just about to walk away but he held my hand. His touch was so cold, forcing me to yelp as it sent shivers down my spine.