Green Goblin Mask Calling To Him Novels & Stories

He tilted his masked head to the side. Something about his voice and the way he act sounded and looked familiar but I wasn’t sure, turning back in speed, I flipped on the light switch and the room became bright. He was dressed in black throughout and he had a black mask on. There was something on his black pullover, a logo of L and V which I know all too well and there is only one boy who I know is obsessed with the brand. Frowning, I tilted my head to the left and called, “Adrian?” “Ah pigeon, you know me too well,” he replied and pulled off his mask, he winked at me and ran his fingers through his curls, taking away those that were close to his eyes.

I screamed, my voice ripping painfully from my throat. The masked man paused, his body going rigid and still. How interesting. So that particular name got a reaction. Good. “Ah,” he said, his voice darkening as he spoke. “So we’re calling for him now.” “You bet your sick, twisted ass I am, who else was I supposed to call for?” I hissed despite the pain I was feeling in my throat. “He’ll find me. And when he does... He’ll rip your throat out.” The man’s mask tilted slightly, but he didn’t move any closer. “Dante,” he repeated thoughtfully. “Of course.”

Scarlett’s POV “Like what you see?” I turned to face him. A tall, broad man with obsidian eyes that pierced deep into me. He wore a plain black mask, such a contrast to his dark suit with velvet streaks, and was making him appear even more mysterious and dangerous. “I believe this is the first time you have seen something like this,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. I swallowed hard. “I… I have seen it before,” I replied, though my words felt weak and uncertain.

Veronica's POV It became a habit. The nameless man with red eyes kept visiting me every night from then on. “The mask is stupid,” I glared at him. “You are not a child playing superheroes.” He chuckled. God, I hate his chuckle. “I have to keep the mystery going y’know,” he tilted his head on his hand as he sat on the couch across from me. I don’t need to see past the mask to know the shitty grin he definitely has on.

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

And just for that one second, I feel like I have seen those eyes somewhere. Unlike before, his face isn't covered with a cloth, with only the eyes peeking out. This time he has a mask on that starts from his eyebrows to his cheekbones, leaving slits for the eyes. Yup. Definitely the Green Arrow. We stare at each other long and hard, doing nothing, saying nothing, just staring. His lips are pressed into a thin line, and I can't help but feel like I have seen him somewhere before.

“I’ll vote to save them now and look for a way to save them from whoever hired you later.” “He...” he took in a long drag of air. “I don’t know his name and I don’t have his contact information. He called me with a hidden number. He’s tall. Has green eyes and black hair. He...” he paused, “has a tattoo on his neck. A scorpion.” “Did you see his face?” I asked. “He mistakenly took off his mask, so I saw it,” he answered. “Would you be able to describe it to a sketch artist?”

Not long after a man in an all Black Outfits with his face covered with a Mask appeared. He stood in front of the Robots and made a call. "Master the Robots are here!" I heard him speak. I zoomed the figure of the person in as my hand suddenly stopped on the keyboard. It looks so much like Tony I have been with Tony for a very long time and i know what he looks like more than any other person. I looked intently at the man trying to find a similarity that connects him to Tony or something that confirms that he is indeed Tony. "You are here" A female voice sounded in my ear as I returned the screen to normal.

Carolina braced herself against the barrel, meaning to shout for Xander or Mira, but the man reached her first, faster than seemed possible for someone with such an ancient, deliberate body. “You’re Carolina,” he said. His voice was smooth, synthesized, as if it came from the mask itself. She nodded, slow, careful. “You’re late,” she said. The mask’s eye-plates shone a soft blue as he regarded her. “May I?” he asked, gesturing to the bread.

For the next three seconds, the loud noise of the club melts into non-existence while me and this stranger engage in a vicious stare down. His aura is magnetic, dangerously so. The sleeves of the white shirt that fits him like a second skin is rolled up, revealing strong, veiny forearms. Combined with the skull mask that sits perfectly on his angular face, this man exudes a dangerous touch-me-and-die vibe. Mr. Thor. Yes, that’s a perfect nickname for him. Either he wanted me to know he was watching or he just doesn’t care that I caught him red-handed, but Mr. Thor does not look away.