Novel & Cerita High Rise Invasion Masks Characters

She watched as her hero climbed down the rope ladder. ********* Flossina stood in the middle of the tower between the door that was being unlocked by the guards and Marlon, who was climbing effortlessly down the rope ladder. With all the heightened commotion she still managed to notice his outfit was once again changed. He was dressed in all black this time with a black cape and mask that covered the lower half of his face. He wore gold wrist guards and a matching chest plate. He looked dangerous to her and she could see why her mother had chosen him.

I spun around to take a look at the intruder, he was dressed in an all-black tux with his black hair covering his forehead, he was about six feet seven and had this aura that caused a shiver to run down your spine. His mask looked simple to look at but if one looked closely one would find out that it wasn’t just a simple mask. It gave off that enchanted vibe. I squinted at the fact that the stranger was no ordinary man, still, I don't care. I smiled politely at him before declining the offer. I was here for more important things and dancing with a stranger wasn’t part of it. The guy leaned in and I could feel his breath on my ears, I was about to turn around and protest when his words caught

It was none other than the main character everyone was planning to deal with, Andrius Moonshade! Everyone widened their eyes. Some gritted their teeth, some fell silent, and some waited for an opportunity to strike. Without exception, all of them wore unfriendly expressions toward Andrius. Swoosh... Rumble... Behind Andrius was the sound of messy footsteps. Everyone looked over. All the people behind Andrius were dressed in black robes and wore masks, not revealing their faces. No one could tell their identity. It was the Insect Ruler and his subordinates. “I heard...”

But one caught her attention, a man wearing a white mask and white clothing while the rest wore black. "Hmm, he didn't tell me you were athletic," the man wearing white commented before bending down to meet her level. "Who are you?" she asked the man and he looked around. "Isn't it obvious? We're assassins," he said as the smile on his face can be heard through his voice. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she examined each one of them. "We've been trying to get the mafia boss for a while now. I didn't know getting married would be his demise," he explained with a scoff.

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.

The tall frame in front of her knelt down and harshly cupped her neck, their faces only inches apart and Martina could only cringe. This is the face of a man she has loved for ten years, the face of the man she worshiped more than God himself, the face of the man she always looked up to. Right now, even the devil she heard about in stories was much more approachable than this devil in front of her “Please Hardin” Martina began to beg, “please don’t do this to me” tears were still streaming down her almond shaped eyes, “please!!” “Hardin baby” Melisa called out to him while standing up, she was clad in a red colored dress that exposed part of her cleavage which left Martina wondering where i

Another two masked men appeared, standing close to her and intimidating her. Oh...she forgot. The book said that all the staff here wore a black mask. It was like their shop’s customs, their shop’s selling point. It looks strange, but people come here for that reason. She stood still. “I need to talk to Dillon.” The masked men froze. The one she talked to earlier spoke up, “Can I ask who is that miss? We are only a library.” “Dillon. Head of Rouge Guild.” She spoke firmly against their lies.

Some action was needed. -They live on the outskirts of town," he added, "They have a huge mansion," he sighed, and it seemed to me to be a melancholy sigh. -You say that like you've been there before," I muttered. She cleared her throat, playing dumb. -Anyway, I think they're here," he announced, looking at the entrance. I followed his gaze. There Jack was coming in, with three more guys behind him, all of them in suits, with perfect masks on their faces, simple black masks that only covered the eye area. Like the one on the guy who threw the tray at me. -They are so handsome," I heard Carla say.

She wanted the entire World Universe to seek revenge with the Elysium Gate, and there would be chaos in their world! The elites from the New World could then cross to their land to destroy the entire World Universe. What a great idea! "Where are my mask and robe?" Yvette asked. The Royal Guard immediately presented a black robe and a golden mask to her. She had heard that Indomitable Darby would wear a golden mask each time he appeared. Even the Elysium Gate members had never seen his face. Yvette tied her long hair and put on the masks. She looked at the Royal Guard Dragon and said, "How do I look? What about my voice? Do I sound like Indomitable Darby?"

William says as he inspects the masks of the generals. "These masks have engraved letters: M, L, and H. They have 25 members, and the 26th is for their boss. Like the alphabets." John deduced as he looked over the masks. Ingrid nods her head in agreement, seeing that the plague mask does have any letters; they are considered a runt while the lettered ones are in higher ranking. Ingrid smelled the generals' green clothes and began to look for clues in them. "Their clothes smell of salt—natural salt, like in mines or the ocean. Like the masks, whoever weaved it, has a steady hand," she says.