Green Goblin Mask No Way Home Novels & Stories

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

The biggest difference between the costume and the movie version of Wonder Woman was the mask; it was a stylized Greek helmet that completely hid her face and it evidently had a wig built in to it. I had no idea what her actual hair color was. It was hidden beneath the thick black curls of the wig. My eyes took all of that detail in an instant, and then I panicked and fled the house entirely. Halfway back to my sister's apartment, I finally calmed down and figured I needed to let my parents know where I was. After some thought, it seemed like a good, safe idea to send them a text. My phone was still at Karen's apartment, and I snagged it and texted as soon as I got there.

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

“Tell that to my ribs.” His lips press together, but there’s a flicker of something—approval, maybe. “You’re right to be worried. Giovanni’s desperate. He knows the moment you marry Ghost, his power is gone. If he thinks the Calino Crew can help him keep control, he won’t hesitate to sell them whatever they want.”

I give myself one last check, in my long black satin dress with slits at the sides and green eyeshadow, emerald green earrings and the necklace with a green pendant which came as a pair. This must have cost a fortune, I wonder how many lives the cost of this set would change. My phone rings, cutting me from my thoughts. I smile when I see Hillary's name flashing on the screen. "Hi," I answer enthusiastically. "Please tell me you're going, Maria won't be able to attend,she cancelled at the last minute." "Of course I'm going g," I confirm as I reapply lipstick on my lips. "Thank God," she sighs. "I'm leaving now,see you there." Then she hangs up.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

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?”

It’s silver, beautifully detailed and embroidered, but thick—at least half an inch of metal, and even thicker around the eye area. “Made just for you,” Zao says, admiring the mask. “I had my men rake their heads on what would work for someone with your power. Something that wouldn’t allow you to use your power on others but would still allow you to see. This is what they came up with. It’s thick enough that when people look into your eyes, all they’ll see is darkness. You won’t be able to use your power on them, but it’ll allow you to see.”