Novel & Cerita Kuon X Sniper Mask

“Sure thing… Dad.” The man whipped around so fast the driver almost swerved. “I am your cousin, Kai.” Kai snorted. “Relax, Martin. Just messing with you.” “Don’t—just don’t.” His cousin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Lay low. Please. That’s all I’m asking.” Kai gave him a lazy salute. “Low profile. Good kid. Got it.” Even if both of them knew he was incapable of either. --- The school gates was open like the mouth of some bored giant. Kai stepped out of the car, adjusting his hoodie and pulling up the black mask that hid everything below his eyes. It wasn’t suspicious. Gen Z could show up dressed like space pirates and no one would blink.

he responded shortly as if he understood it completely. "And done, here." he gave Primo the camera when he's done setting it. Primo noticed the beautiful mask that he wore. It's a gold kitten mask with fangs on bothd sides downward and minni chains on both ears. It looks sa cool and fabulous and might be the only mask existing. "Are you ready?" Allen asked as Primo poisted himself and that's the queue for Allen to start the live. As soon as the live started, a lot of notification and comments flooded his computer. Every single person giving thousands of coins.

Roonie returned his guns and drew out his sword-belt, placing it on BJ's neck. BJ went still immediately, not moving an inch for the fear of getting cut. "I told you I only wanna talk... aren't you Xavier's son?" He said through bloody teeth. "Who, pray tell are you?" Roonie replied, firmly holding the sword handle. "I'm Arrow, the silicone mask maker your father has been searching for....for two months now" BJ replied, trying not to even breath. "And?" Roonie replied expressionlessly.

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

Some shoot me dirty glare. "My wife is pregnant, it better be something worth my precious time.___" Kia tells me. Kia is my sniper and this man does the impossible when handed Nr.1 Barrett M82. "We go with Kia." Becky says as he pulls his Sig Sauer P210 and places it on the table. "You know this is not going to work on me." I tell them and the crowd starts hooting my name. I should remind them they aren't young anymore. "It's nice to see this young man. We thought you'll forget." Matt says. He is the oldest among all but his tricks and plans are always on point.

"That's Khleassandra. She is the Long Range Shooter of the family. What she used was an M16 Rifle also known as an AR-15." My eyes widened as I caught my rest. I didn't understand what he was saying because my life was more important to me. "I don't want to! Please! I don't want to play with you guys!" I struggled as I said that. "Let me go! Please!" Before I could fully recover, the tangerine on my shoulder was suddenly destroyed. The juice splashed on my face. I felt and heard something close to my ear. "And that is Allison. She is our Sniper. She used a Remington M24 SWS."

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.”

Five people to sneak into the heart of the enemy. They gathered in a smaller cave that served as an armory. It wasn't filled with swords and shields, but with tools of subtle war. Ronan traded his crystal-tipped spear for a wicked-looking knife made of black, volcanic glass, its edge so sharp it seemed to cut the light. He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion.

Kiera’s breath shattered. No — not shattered. Stopped. Ronan’s body snapped into a defensive stance so fast the air cracked. “Put the weapon down,” he growled. The masked figure didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink. Kai whispered, “That’s not a Hunter.” Ronan’s claws slid out, slicing the air with a soft metallic whisper. “Who sent you?” The figure tilted its head. Then spoke. Not aloud. Not in any voice that belonged in the world.

The question is, will I survive? The guard suddenly rushes in. He points at me and throws me something, which I quickly catch. “Put that on. Alpha Zao wants to see that on you.” “What…is it?” I ask, standing up. “A mask? I don’t know,” he says with anger. I look at it. It’s a tasseled nose‑and‑mouth mask. The dangling tassels are made with rhinestones, and the bottom part curves into a V shape that frames my jaw and chin when I put it on.