Kuon X Sniper Mask นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Their utility belts, laden with pouches and holsters, hold an array of weapons and tools that make me gulp. The Hunters' hands are encased in sleek, black gloves with reinforced knuckles, as if they're expecting a fistfight with a brick wall. Their faces are partially hidden by dark green domino masks that stretch horizontally across their eyes, leaving their chiseled jaws exposed. It's a look that screams, "I'm a professional badass, and I know it." "Young lady," One of them rumbles, "get away from him. He's a vampire, and a killer at that."

Silver~ He was wearing a black and red crochet bunny mask with red horns and long flat ears. His black turtle neck shirt was tucked in black pants and matte black boots. And a black long coat hung lazily on his shoulders. When he spoke, his voice was slightly altered by the mask, but it unmistakably sounded like Daniel’s. Or could I be overthinking it? “And you are…?” Adrian asked, lifting a brow, clearly displeased with the interruption. The masked young man inclined his head slightly.

"When I found out that my body isn't broken as it seemed to be." Keron's eyes were still glued at the video game. He made a fist with his right hand and pumped it in front of his face. The gesture was recognized by his Battle Gear's sensors, prompting it to detract his headgear and release his head. Cool air from the room's air conditioner embraced his bare face. His features were typically islandic Tritonite--dark tan, glowing light blue eyes, tribal tattoos and a shaven head. The insignia of their tribe was imprinted on his left cheek: a snake encircling his left eye like a cane.

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

He laughed We entered the house and sat in the dining area " Gun are you okay?" the deafening silence break when Singto suddenly asked my baby " Gun!!" He added and pinched Gun's elbow " HUH?? Sorry? What was that?" Gun said and shooked his head " Spaced out?" Singto added " I'm just thinking about something," He said and smiled " Now you are smiling, that's good to see" Singto added " Smile.. is that what they call a smile of satisfaction?" Krist said, he even emphasized the word FUCK by shouting it.

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.

“Don’t be like this, babe. I've been...preoccupied with work as you're well aware. But I'm on my way back to the estate now. We'll have plenty of time to reconnect then." Knox ended the call with an unreadable expression and tossed his phone carelessly on the leather seat beside him. He retrieved a sleek, custom-fitted half-mask from a hidden compartment, running his fingers almost reverently over the smooth, buttery leather. Then he settled the mask over the upper half of his face, shielding his striking features and molten eyes from prying outside gazes. "Shall I proceed with the usual precautions and evasive route, sir?" his driver's polite voice crackled over the intercom speaker.

I could hear it pumping hard against my chest like I just ran a thousand miles. Venar glared at me, his hand raising to touch my face. He felt the texture of the skunk mask and hatred began to emanate from his unscathed eye as he struggled to speak. “You..have been wearing a skin mask. You are so full of tricks.” I let out a dark chuckle as I looked down from his bloody face to where my dagger was deeply thrust. Smirking, I dragged the sharp blade through his lungs and ribs, feeling the warm rush of life slipping away.

She breathed heavily as they both sweat heavily. Keisha grabbed his mask and pulled it out of his face, making him let go of the gun. He grabbed her hand and pulled it to make the mask cover his face. Her brows raised, realizing she can take this to her advantage. She leaned forward and bit his hand. "Fuck!" he screamed before his grip loosened on her hand but she let go of his mask.

On the other hand, before Luna could even take off her cloak, Konrad immediately made her wear a silver mask that looked the same as his. "Is the mask uncomfortable? I made sure it would be to your liking but you might have found something you don't like," Konrad said to her in a considerate manner—although his voice was now monotonous because of the mask that his research group made with an attached voice changer—as he carefully caressed the mask on Luna's face. The woman just smiled inside the mask but it wasn't seen as only their eyes were the only part that were free from it. "This is fine. You don't have to worry. Let's enter your kingdom, shall we?" Luna said in an assuring tone before