Kuon X Sniper Mask Novels & Stories

The next morning, Gwen woke up at the crack of dawn. She called Luna on the phone while she was washing up, and told Luna about her request. "No problem!" Luna was smiling as she said this. "You say that that bodyguard of yours needs a mask, huh? Well, what kind is he looking for? One that's made to imitate human skin? I don't think that's a good idea. It'll come off easily if someone were to punch him, and I think a better option will be something made of metal, like those masks you wear to a costume party. We can easily make it look more lifelike!

Among his friends who called him horse, because Dokyeom is as handsome as horse, there's this great sniper named Seungkwan. Seungkwan once told Dokyeom the secret to defeat a sniper. "Do you know what's the sniper fear?" Seungkwan asked Dokyeom. "When they wanted to poop during their mission?" Dokyeom answered. Seungkwan rolled his eyes and massaged his temples. "You're really hopeless, aren't you?" "Don't underestimate the power of poop. There was a time when I thought I'm gonna die because I didn't see comfort rooms anywhere. So what's the sniper fear?"

Riona flinched, moving her face away. "Who is that?" She asked, her voice hoarse from staying long without water. Her tense body relaxed in the slightest when her mask was left intact. The mask that had defined her whole life as the masked luna. It was no praise but a curse to hunt her ever since the accident when her dad died, she had been living with a scarred face that made people murmur and question her capability as a luna. She has had to wear the mask since the doctors said she would have to live with a ruined face but the wound healed within the month she got it leaving no trace of its existence. Who cares?

Hwangbu answered, and left the room. Hyun-woo dressed in a fitted black t-shirt, paired with black jeans and loafer shoes. He also wore his black leather jacket where he tucked his M1911 gun and his metal hand. He kept them in possession at all times. Even though he was just inside the villa, these were still attached to his body, just in case someone would betray him. He also put his cellphone in his jacket pocket. A dagger knife was placed under his pants, in case he ran out of ammunition. The last thing he wore was his full-face Venetian mask. This particular item held an immense significance for him, as it was being used to conceal his face. The revelation of his identity would only expo

The Armament testing range hummed with the sharp crack of gunfire, the air thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and metal. Ronan stood at the firing line, ear protection muffling the world to a dull roar, safety goggles shielding his eyes from the flash and debris. His broad shoulders tensed under the black tactical vest, tattoos peeking from the collar as he sighted down the barrel of a sleek prototype assault rifle. The weapon was a beast, compact, lethal, designed for his company's black-market clients who demanded precision in chaos.

him gone, you have to know the truth. This army is prepared to defend the throne and ensure it remains in the hands of those who truly care for the pack, and we answer only to you." "Wait a minute, the strange masked men that have been appearing randomly whenever I need them..." She trailed off when she realized. "Yes, Your Highness. They were always there," he said, nodding. A man stepped out from behind the tent. It was the same man that had helped them back at Bluemoon. Unlike the other soldier's, he wasn't wearing the regular uniform. He was clothed in an all black outfit and a black mask, which was probably because it helped hm stay unnoticeable and even if anyone managed to notice him