Novel & Cerita Green Goblin Mask No Way Home

Green caught my eye, a neon green that almost hurt to look at. "Put it on," one of the guards instructed. I did, my hands fumbling with the straps. The mask settled against my skin and suddenly my vision was tinted slightly green around the edges. I could see fine, but everything looked different. Sharper. More intense. "This way." A woman appeared from somewhere, dressed in a maid's uniform but also wearing a mask. Hers was silver. She gestured for me to follow her and I did because what else was I going to do? The guards watched me go, silent and still as statues.

“What? Do you not like that, Senior? You even had this smirk on your face when you were fast asleep. Did you dream about sleeping with the superstar Zendaya?” She had seen the news on the internet as well. From what she had seen when she picked Alex up, it was obvious that Alex was the Mask that everyone was talking about. “Mask, so many people want to bear your children!” Alex replied, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Please go out and help me get some clean clothes. I have to shower again.” Ten minutes later, Alex put on a… Waltz’s nightgown. That was because only this super long nightgown in her house could fit Alex’s figure.

Similarly, he wore a mask that was similar to the other Night Empire warriors with the only difference being the silver and purple detailing that signified his position. The face mask was a three-dimensional Dragon face made of light weight, highly impact resistant metal, black in colour with its features detailed in purple and silver, where the only exposed part was the eyes; the area of the mouth had a mechanical contraption that moved with the jaw movement and also allowed intake of food and drinks without having to be taken off. The other peculiarity of the mask was that it was fastened at the neck and could only be taken off by the fingerprint of the owner or his superior from the Night

He tapped on the holographic screen projected behind him and a low whirring noise emanated, making Natasha to look to one side of the lab where a large compartment slowly opened up to reveal what appeared to be a blank cloth, covering something underneath. “What is that?” asked Natasha, approaching the compartment. “Well, why don't you find out?” Once she got to the compartment, Natasha slowly and gently grabbed at the cloth and pulled it down and there it was! The sleek green outfit outlined with a blue highlight around the shoulders, the sleeves and down to the legs. There was a tiny mask covering the cheekbone area on the mannequin's head then down to the torso was a green snake circling

The green Hobgoblin said, watching as Xolvion took a step back. "Whatever, let's finish them off!" The yellow Hobgoblin said, quickly charging towards Gwen as he made her his target. Gwen and Owen didn't stand a chance against these monsters, that Xolvion knew. However, Crystal was more than a match, he only hoped that she would be able to tap into her power and prove it. "ARGHH!" Gwen screamed as the yellow Hobgoblin charged towards her, lifting his sword as it got ready to strike her down.

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."

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.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.