Green Goblin Mask No Way Home Novels & Stories

Amore said with a smile. "What? Are you going to go on your revenge by pretending? Amore, you might be cursed again when he finds out. You know he's a cunning man, don't you?" He replied full of concern. "Ah, I'll take care of it. I can pretend as long as I have a different face. I can't take off my mask, because he will suspect me!"

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.

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.

The silhouette wavered in the distance before he came into view. He was tall. Too tall. Black hair framed a face half-hidden by a mask across his mouth, as though he was smiling so wide it needed to be contained. But it wasn’t the mask that made my breath catch. It was his eyes. One was green while the other was violet, deep and unnatural, like staring into a bruise.

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.

“I am sure, my dear lady. In fact, I’d stake my career on it. Grossman doesn’t have the real mask—just a tiny fragment of the original Yellen handed to him. It’s made of some special material that bends physics over a barrel. Grossman’s engineers, and they are good at what they do, produced a super microchip from that old piece of garbage. So now the guy is equipped with processors that make the world’s best tech look like clockwork toys. His problem is, he doesn’t have enough of it. That’s why he’s still hunting for that real King’s Mask that, buy the way, did come from Tibet. Yellen reckoned it was made by some advanced civilisation we have no clue about. He’d convinced Grossman it’s the k

Finally, Albot walks towards me with a simple wooden box in hand, a sly smile on his face. “Atticus told me this is for you.” He says softly, opening the box to reveal a delicately crafted mask. The mask is shaped like a crescent moon, the lower portion will be covering my eyes while the upper portion will be slightly above my hair line. What surprises me the most is that it is made with silver threads with a small delicate chain holding a pearl sized moonstone falling from the tip of the top peak. A mask only I can wear, a piece of silver that could be used as a weapon, and a moonstone that I have a feeling Cassandra enchanted with another charm to keep my identity a secret. With a smile, I

His eyes shifted onto the frowning lady. But seeing the look of sheer happiness on her son’s face made the mother draw a deep breath. Taking the white mask which symbolized peace and power—and by far the most used mask among the citizens—she gave the mask to her son as she rummage through her purse for a piece of bronze. “We’ll have this.” “Yes! Thank you, Mom! I will be a brave wolf so I can protect you forever!” His small limbs encased his mother’s waist with a hug as his hand held the mask with utmost care.

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

Gun After the incident earlier, we went home and I keep quiet the entire trip, my friends keeps on uplifting my mood but I'm not enjoying it. I'm annoyed right now, I'm pissed at what Oab did, why does he need to lie? It's like what the hell!. " hey bro," I returned to my senses when Newwie pinched me on my arm " oww yes why" " Are you alright?" He asked as he moves his face near mine " wait.. are you crying?" He said