Kuon X Sniper Mask Novels & Stories

I ask. The three brothers give each other a knowing, sneaky look, then stare back at me with a teasing look in their eyes. “We're not telling,” Nico replies with amusement in his voice. I roll my eyes. Typical them. I wasn't expecting them to tell me anyways. I know they won't let it out, not so easily. “What about your masks?” I ask. Nico grins and holds up a black half-mask shaped like a wolf’s snarl. “Mine.”

You were either one of the elite… or one of the expendable. Chaewon stepped out from the vintage Bentley in a blood-red gown that hugged her curves like molten armor. Her mask was lined with obsidian feathers. A single black one curled behind her ear—the same shape as the mark on her back. Beside her, Jian wore a white suit, crisp and clean, with his hair slicked back and his jaw sharp enough to cut through the tension in the air. “You know this is suicide, right?” Han’s voice buzzed in her earpiece. “You're walking into a snake pit, unarmed, without extraction clearance.”

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

RODWARTEM “What?” surprised, I asked Guenzo as I did not hear what he said. Guenzo sighed. “I said the Queen is looking at you but you are not reacting. Hayys, where did your mind wandered just now?” “Damn,” I cursed as I averted my gaze toward the Queen who was as usual was wearing her ivory mask, who was indeed looking at me. A smile started to form my lips as I bowed with gallantness. In my mind, I was wondering what kind of a face the Queen had inside that ivory mask. Although I was sure she was beautiful. Her lips alone that was uncovered was already that inviting.

Hernie withdrew something from her sling bag. When Zen saw the item and inspected it, he gasped in excitement. This was the same thing the Shady merchant wore! === Item: Mushroom Mask Description: Negates all effects of low-level poisons when worn. Stats: Low Poison Resistance === “You made this?!” Zen gasped in amazement. “I wanted one of these!” Feeling proud of her creation, Hernie nodded and offered Zen the mask. “I can loan it to you if you help me find all the necessary ingredients.”

It was Marx! He turned his head a little bit to glare at the table next to him as someone moved to get out of their chair, and it hit his table. I saw one of his snake bites and that familiar, attractive face. I chuckled. "What?" I saw confusion written all over Cheyenne's face.

His full-face mask hid most of his features, but his eyes crinkled with unhinged, terrifying glee. "Well," he purred, shaking the remote in the air. "If your sniper shoots me, my hand relaxes, and we all blow to fucking kingdom come."

Again? I held my breath and pressed my back against the rough concrete. I peeked around the edge of the pillar. Kai, Kol, and Kenzo moved fast. They looked like predators preparing for a desperate, violent hunt. Kenzo strapped a dark tactical vest tight across his chest. Kol checked the ammunition magazine of a long black rifle with clinical precision. Kai slammed a metal supply crate shut. He turned to Kol. His face was twisted in pure, protective rage.

But my thoughts divulge as I finally notice his mask. I gasp. The mask is an eerie matt black sheet of armor like metal that covers half of his skull. It appears modeled to fit his perfectly symmetrical face and pressed artfully across the bridge of his nose. But what stands out the most are two golden ram horns that protrude from the top corners. They curve backwards to sit where I assume to be just below his ears. What a dreadful reminder of the fact I still stand in the company of the devil. A man that has a distorted face, who has killed his parents, his brother and four of his future wives!

Zane continues before ending the call. I ran to my bike, opened the compartment behind and put on the leather jacket I kept inside just in case. I took out my mask, which is enough to cover my mouth and one of my eyes, leaving a hole for me to look. I drew a mouth and other designs on it to make it look cool and it's safe to say that I'm proud of it. If you've ever watched Tokyo Ghoul, you might have an idea or two. It looks just like kaneki's, but mine is better.