Green Goblin Mask Calling To Him 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 .

Don't make any noise! The warning didn't do much good. When the door let out a long moan and tipped over the chair with a noisy stamp, everyone screamed. The man who approached had no features. He wore a black cloth mask from the neck to the base of his nose, and covered the rest with black robes that stretched in a large hood over his head. The eyes were narrow like those of a snake, and a poisonous flash had run through her black irises as she analyzed each face in front of her. He stopped his gaze on mine, and all the doubt that remained about that brutal demonstration of power faded with the wrinkles that formed around his eyes. Even without being sure, I could swear that a smile formed

A mysterious voice asked having me spin around to look at the God who put their hands on my waist. A God who I had to look up at to get a glimpse of his Black mask. So tall and fit in all the right places. Black flowed all around his body. His eyes were glowing gold or maybe the drink I took enhanced his body. His touch seemed to be electric and all I could do was look up into his eyes. "Sure." I whispered as I took him in. Who was he? "What's your name?" I yelled out over the music that I swear seemed to have gotten louder.

I know that Athena won’t be able to speak to me, but she will be able to hear me. I study his face. Olive skin, scars are scattered all over his face, I can see they cover his arms and his exposed chest as well. He is handsome, with hair so dark it’s almost black, and big hazel eyes rimmed with dark lashes. I can see his fist twitching at his side, and his wolf fighting for control. Elbrus wins. He pulls a pair of gloves from his pocket, and grabs a chain from the wall behind the door, it’s silver.

The rough bark scrapes against my cheek, and the slippery ground causes me to lose my footing. He demands, "Where is the fortune?" with a menacing tone. "I know you know. If you tell me, I promise not to harm you or your children. But if you refuse... I'll ensure you witness the death of everyone you love," he whispers crazily into my ear. "Tell me." Suddenly, he flips me onto my back, revealing his all-black attire. His face is concealed by a black mask with a digital display covering his eyes. The blinking eyes on the mask mimic his own, creating an eerie sight. I can't identify this person at all.

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.

Silver~ He was wearing a black and red crochet bunny mask with red horns and long flat ears. His black turtle neck shirt was tucked in black pants and matte black boots. And a black long coat hung lazily on his shoulders. When he spoke, his voice was slightly altered by the mask, but it unmistakably sounded like Daniel’s. Or could I be overthinking it? “And you are…?” Adrian asked, lifting a brow, clearly displeased with the interruption. The masked young man inclined his head slightly.

I groan inwardly and decide to just leave. Thankfully, it didn’t take him long to get out of his room. He sits on the couch in front of me. He looks normal, but not too normal—just a barefoot man in his black shirt, gray sweatpants, and a mask. Does he possibly have a scar on his face too? Is that why he keeps on wearing a mask? “Here.” He hands me gold cards with the logo of Grethe and Elga Enterprises on it. “Thank you.” I look up and smile. “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

I scrunched my brows, trying to suppress the tingling in my feet and the way my toes curled with sudden, unbidden excitement. 𝗠𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗠𝗿. 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗸, 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁? Silver Mask: Right! But I asked you to call me Xav remember? But you still haven't responded to my question.

A man who still believes he’s got the power to capture and enslave many more teenagers. A man whom I intend to wipe off the face of the earth very soon. His face is completely covered in a black mask, safe for his lips which are currently tipped in a smirk. Anger swells in my chest and my fingers tingle with the need to strangle him to death right this minute. Finally, he speaks and all the control I tried so fucking hard to display evaporates into thin air; “Hello, my favourite toy. Welcome back to daddy’s lair…”