Kuon X Sniper Mask Mga Nobela at Kwento

“He must have a body like him, but his height is less.” “What was his mask like?” Verity asked. “Umm. Like a Volto mask, but it was completely black, and it looked as if the mask was attached to the bowler hat he kept wearing,” Nox said. “Did he have a tattoo, a scar, or anything that made him stand out?” Morana asked. Nox scratched his head, trying hard to remember. “Honestly, I don’t remember if he had something like that, but I can recognize him right away when I look at him. I know I can. It’s difficult to put his aura into words, but I remember his aura vividly in my head.”

Horror painted across my face. In his hand was a gun.

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.

Lorenzo demanded. "This morning—all—" Kyrian gasped. "Didn't work—" Matteo rushed back in. Medical kit in hand. Lorenzo ripped it open. Emergency oxygen mask. Small portable tank. He'd kept it here just in case. For this exact scenario. He fitted the mask over Kyrian's face. Turned on the oxygen flow. "Breathe. Just breathe." Kyrian's hands came up. Tried to pull the mask off. "No—don't—" He was fighting it.

Kurt tried to recall the details of the mysterious figure and then began, “He was wearing black clothes but had a brown leather jacket. He also covered himself with a black hoodie that covered his head.” Zach Drey, who had just walked back into the café and was listening to Kurt’s explanation, froze where he stood. “So … anything else? Did you get a chance to … see his face?” Arnold asked hopefully. But Kurt shook his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see it. He was wearing a mask that covered his entire mouth and nose.” Arnold sighed in disappointment. Of course, he could understand that it was highly unlikely Nathaniel Lee would reveal his full face.

The figure stepped into the doorway like he belonged there. Black armor. Masked. But the way he moved The way he stood Familiar. Too familiar. Kael’s grip tightened on his blade. "Take off the mask," he said. The figure tilted his head slightly, as if amused. Then, slowly, he reached up. And removed it. Rowan swore under his breath. "Of course," he muttered. Kael did not speak. Could not. Because standing in front of them Alive. Unharmed. Smiling like nothing had changed

While he was still conscious, Zhou Tian suddenly jumped forward and kicked the masked man in the stomach. The masked man did not expect that after absorbing the powder and taking a needle, Zhou Tian could still be so fierce, which also shocked him. He barely avoided the kick, but the masked man could no longer care about his back. He was kicked to the ground by Xu Haoxuan. The masked man also knew that he was going to fall, so he rolled a few times on the spot and took out a pack of powder at the same time. "Be careful of the powder in his hand!"

The muscle man asks in a hostile tone. The man in a golden-grey robe just smiled and didn’t say anything. On his face, there’s a half-face mask that covers the upper half of his face. “I hate people wearing masks! Stop wearing it in front of me!” Gerel said in disdain. A youth takes off his mask and smiles at Gerel mysteriously. “Greed and selfishness? I think it’s a little bit overboard, I didn’t do this for fun you know.” Said Duke Tian Dong to a man in front of him.

On the same side where pack emblems are stitched, Madfur’s double slanting crescents led by an astra. Differently simple attire, Zaetron Cole Alderhaw of Nightshade pack remains smoking hot on his deep charcoal turtle neck inner, matched with auburn vest, and lastly, a melanoid suit. His long red-tinted hair was tied up and his trimmed facial hair, all adds up to his drop-dead appearance. “Are we not starting yet?” Keith whispered to his dad’s ears. Zaetron draw an inch away from him and looked him straight to his eyes. “Not until all the Alphas arrive,” he answered.

"There’s no digital footprint. The sniper man... he's a ghost. I found nothing." "FUCK IT!" Khaid roared, his fist slamming into a reinforced steel table with a sound like a gunshot. He was livid, his face contorted into a mask of destructive, terrifying rage. His eyes, usually a calculated amber, had turned into dark pools of molten fury. The veins in his neck were thick cords, and his chest heaved beneath his designer shirt, looking like a caged beast trying to break through his ribs.