Kuon X Sniper Mask Novels & Stories

“T-the werewolf kept anonymous. He’s very discreet, you see. He goes by no name—not even a pseudonym. He always wears a mask as well, so his identity can not be read.” “Tell me what you know of him,” ordered Kronos. The host fumbled with his fingers. “I know—I know that he’s very well trained. I know that his voice is coarse…he seems older and experienced. Like perhaps he fought in the war. I assume that because I noted a sign on his boots once—a pack engraving. I’m not sure about it, but…” Kronos moved closer, his glower pinning the host. “But what?” “It’s the mark of the Silver Moon Pack,” said the host.

I looked down to see a small transparent box with a needle inside. "It's silver laced," she said quietly. "One jab will knock him right out, it doesn't matter how big he is." I closed my fingers around it. "Thank you." “Don't mention. We have to look out for ourselves one way or the other.” She gripped my arm tightly. "Don't let him hear fear in your voice, it will only excite him.” I nodded then I put on my mask. It was made of ivory porcelain and only covered the top half of my face, leaving my mouth visible.

He just stood there looking at her in awe. “Thanks,” she replied, and she blushed a little. “Why were you looking for me?” “Uh, right,” Langrion said seemingly able to recollect his thoughts at the moment. “Khailis and I just met with the made that the commander had sent. Take a look at this.” He removed his mask and showed it to Shia. Shia turned it around over her hand. The mask looked the same to her, but when she flipped it over for a second time, she saw that the gash in front of the mask was gone; only the gash on the underside of it remained.

In less than fourteen seconds she killed thirteen men without even her breath getting uneven. She was wearing a masquerade mask, black with silver intricate design on her dark head. Zion took out a similar mask and kept it on the table "She is the Kuznetsuv's secret weapon, their very own female terminator, only does lethal assassinations. These men in the video were men who were contract-killers and she killed them like one would slice a knife in butter." Daniel gulped down the century-old wine from the rim, looking at the woman in a black latex body-hugging attire, moving swiftly and fluently, with squinted eyes. She had deep curves in all the right places. A 100% babe.

"There you have it Korea, Cold Poison and Wonder woman would be put under probation in the jury. Stay glued to your screens for more updates on there interesting Characters." "Now that the assessment over; contestants please take off your mask Korea would love to see you personally." It's about time! This thing had already started to itch. I carefully pulled the mask off not to break the strings or let it cling into my hair, the condensed air hitting my face. Just then again, the burning gaze came on even stronger it was hard to ignore. I took a sharp ance to the right and met his eyes. It burrowed into mine intensely with a preplexed look, refusing to let go. This is bad.

Jervis shouted. Feline laughed and laughed and Jervis was pissed, he was the first. Kerwyn left to go to the arrow area followed by Feline. “Hey Kerwyn, I want to talk about my plan against the Stygian,” I call. To our surprise, people in masks and black sharks were painted on the back of the jacket. "Where is Ian Mercado?" I asked earlier and approached me. Kerwyn stared as he carried the arrow at Nate's crew.

The guards at the entrance informed them to wear masks as it was a masquerade party. “Mask? However, I can find my Axe with her smell.” Karen told to himself and tore a piece of his cloth and wore it on his head. Zohan somehow prepared the mask and entered the Frozen Crescent. Karen with a heavy heart and thrilling feel entered the cave - bar with much expectation to find his love, Akshara.

I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be. Their guards scrambled, trying to stop me. I narrowed my eyes before bringing my Kitsune mask to my face. Fear clouded their features at the sight of my mask. They knew what it meant. This wasn’t me, Hatake Yūri, heir of the clan, coming after their boss and second. No, this was Kitsune, a blood-thirsty fox spirit. “Stand down or perish.” I warned, unsheathing my blade ready.

“Put that on. Grab a mask too so he doesn’t see your face. Last thing we need is this getting back to Damon before you make your grand escape.” My hands tremble as I tug the coat over my shoulders and grab a mask to pull up over my face. When I return, Ronan’s eyes lock on me instantly. “There you are,” he murmurs. His shoulders relax minutely, though his face stays stern. I swallow hard, stepping closer with my tray of supplies. “Let’s… get you settled, Alpha.”

They took their position and hid in a blind point, as the enemies followed with their motorcycles. There are seven people in total, all wearing a special force mask. They had more advanced weaponry than Eka’s side, which left them on the disadvantageous side. As the enemies drew closer, Na Yeoul was the first to encounter one. The Korean man is fast on his feet, as he hits the man’s jaw with a clean hit.