Green Goblin Mask No Way Home Novels & Stories

The man with a mask over his face. *

he heard her clearly but his brain could only accept a piece of possible information deemed by him. “He was your father?” he gulped before the words choked him harder than they already did. “Doesn’t matter now, he killed my Mama, so he must pay,” she said coldly, rising from the floor. Andre followed soon. “Good, then let us make him pay,” he said, firmly as his thoughts to expose the masquerade hiding in the mask of the honourable detective. ****

he said thoughtfully, examining each mask carefully. She frowned at the box and then saw one that looked exactly like the one Walter was wearing. “Walter is wearing something similar, and he went with this silver one,” Irene said, lifting the mask up to Gavin’s face. “I think it looks great with the color mesh.” Gavin looked at me for a brief moment before putting the mask over his eyes. He looked insanely like Walter and Irene had to blink a few times. “Okay,” Gavin finally said, nodded. “This one will do.”

He agrees but looks at the two suspiciously, as soon as he turns the corner, the masked singer appears and the elder brother stops him when he is about to enter the hospital room and says to him, “I don’t know why my sister collapsed in front of you. But I am also curious as to why you are the first man she has approached in ages, I believe you might be able to heal her psychological problems. So I will give you a chance tonight to take care of her and let’s see what will happen.” He nods his head and is about to enter but he stops him again and inquiries, “What is your name singer G?” He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ”

“That’s the last one,” Mane stated as he tossed a humanoid creature onto the ground. This creature was shaped like a human. It had arms and legs and even a face. However its arms were longer than the average human’s, and its fingers held sharp and pointy claws. The ugly beast was stockier than an average human but shorter. The creature was green with very thick skin, and had pointy ears. Its eyes were the same color as its skin, green, and its teeth that were exposed from its open mouth were sharp and pointy. This creature was called a Green Goblin.

Riona rememberd what he said, how could he be the alpha of the midnight pack when he is the exact opposite of what she had heard of him, she couldn't even hate him after hearing that from him especially since she has seen a soft side to him, one she guessed he had only for his people and her. Just then Riona's felt her hand touch something on her bed, she picked it up and brought it into view. Her mask? She was sure she left it behind, did Lia send it over? It had a note attached to it. For a minute she recalled her confession to Lennox as her hand stroked the mask. "Put it on now and don't take it off, " Riona whispered to herself, reading what was on the note. As instructed Riona put on th

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.

I tugged my corset with my hands. "Well look who decided to show up." Maria smirked. "The man across us, you see him?" There was a man cladded in a black tux, using a gold mask to hide his identity. All that can be seen are his bold green eyes, he had a boy about my age next to him with a similar mask to his, with the build he had plus the dark hair and the same green eyes as the man next to him. It was obvious that he was his son.

A low but loud rumbling sound was flowing out of a large opening in the rock wall, like the breathing of some gargantuan beast. “Main event?” he repeated, turning his attention back to the company in front of him. “And what might that be?” Just then, Nowk reached up and removed the hood from his head. The rest of the servants dropped down on one knee, muttering quietly in synchronized, incoherent spates. The visitor expected to see a face underneath. Instead, he was met by what looked like a mask made from some unknown metallic material, designed like the face of a terrible serpent. There were no eye holes, just two red, slitted eyes painted on the mask, and a pair of silver fangs painted do

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."