Novel & Cerita Green Goblin Mask Calling To Him

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…”

Dylan asks, and I shake my head. “That is just idiotic,” I let out, grabbing my phone from him again, and he takes a deep breath. I keep my attention focused on my phone until we arrive, and when we do, he passes me a gold mask. I put it on, and he pats me on the back.

’ I murmur through the bond, squeezing his thigh as I wink at him. I’m wearing brown contacts to disguise my eyes and a black pair of gloves, too. His eyes flash in approval, before he hugs me, nuzzling his nose into my neck. Even with the mask between us, it sends a shiver of sizzling pleasure through me. The music and chanting grow louder and we see Panther entering the ring. He’s in all black, mask on and arms raised as he welcomes the support from the crowd. “Welcome Panther!” The crowd erupts in screams.

His hood fell back just enough for the neon light from the street to cut across his face. A black mask covered his nose and mouth. One eye was a bright metallic silver, catching the light unnaturally, like a prosthetic or something custom-made. The other eye... gods. It was a crystal clear green. That eye burned with a feverish intensity lit by a glint of pure, unfiltered madness. I leaned in, savoring the pulse of adrenaline and the thrum of danger under my skin. "Gotcha, Trouble."

After he was half full, Karl stroked his chin and asked, “Have you ever wondered why Terry wears a mask?” Harold blinked his large eyes and said, “Most superheroes wear a mask, too. For example, Superman, Kid the Phantom Thief, Ninja Turtles…” “Well, I was going to say that he looks ugly,” Karl said dryly. “I think his face was scarred when he killed Auguste. As such, he looks very ugly and dares not to show his true form.” Alden recalled George’s unusual behavior when they were at Terry’s mansion. He turned his head around and asked, “George, did you notice anything unusual?”

Giovanni handed me a mask, identical to the one he wore. "Ready to become invisible?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Always," I replied, slipping the mask over my face. It was designed to obscure our features, leaving only our eyes visible. We moved in sync, checking each other's equipment one last time. Giovanni adjusted the strap on my holster, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I looked up, meeting his gaze. For a moment, we were just Giovanni and Gabriella, the past forgotten.

“You see a girl with power and you think you can use her. That’s not strength, that’s cowardice.” He tilted his head. “You want strength?” he said, lifting one gloved hand toward his mask. “Then look me in the eye when you say that again.” With one slow movement, he pulled off the mask. My stomach dropped. No way I'm seeing this right? My visions must be playing tricks on me because there's absolutely no fucking way! I staggered back a step. “No—no, that’s not…”

He’s still wearing the same burgundy shirt from earlier, as well as the same full-faced mask that only exposes his eyes. The mask is a metal with carved intricate designs. It’s meant to draw attention to it, but what I’m mostly drawn to the stranger’s eyes. Despite the dimness of the garage, I can see them. They are the brightest green I’d ever set my eyes on, and are unlike his strands that are intimidated by the shadows, now seeming to black even though they were brown when I saw the man earlier. My first unwavering thought is to look at the man’s hands. They are dipped in his pockets.

he murmured, sliding his palms up and down my exposed arms. I scooted away from the heat of his touch, my heart hammering in my chest. Then he reached behind him and pulled out a breath-takingly gorgeous mask, white and feathery and glittery. “This is for you, Goddess. Your signature disguise.” The immaculate thing was dotted with black and gold tear-drop diamonds, so exquisite they shimmered even in the dim hallway. Oh shit. This whole shenanigan got more intriguing by the minute. As I slipped on the mask and almost orgasmed from the feel of the smooth leather brushing my face, Kallum pulled me into the room and positioned me in front of a gigantic mirror.