Kuon X Sniper Mask Novels & Stories

I asked while looking around and ignoring the pain I feel all over my body. “It’s me, Knight. Don’t you remember or do you have a concussion because of the gunshots ?” He asked , his face looking all serious, concerned and handsome while he tried touching my head to check if I got inured there. He has a fierce and tanned look on his entire body , there is also a healed dangerous looking scar above his left eyes which made him look scary yet intriguing at the same time. Maybe he always wears a mask because he is trying to hide the scar . I want to ask him so many questions but our survival and mission to stay alive is top priority now, we will figure out other things later. I’m just glad that

I asked Arden, puzzled. "I had Kuya Sai get it for me earlier." Kuya Sai was their driver, in his twenties, and close to our age, Arden, Aiden, and I. I put on the leather jacket, surprised that it fit me perfectly. I also saw a bonnet, a black face mask, and sunglasses. "Arden, are you really serious about this?" I asked in disbelief as I put on the face mask, bonnet, and turned the sunglasses into a headband. It was so dark I could barely see!

The tray has served as a mirror once before, but right now I didn't feel like looking at myself anymore. “You still look like you.” He sounded unsure. “I promise.” “Maybe a little less like her,” I said, half smiling. The smile didn't last long though, as I looked at him. “What about you?” “What about me?”He tilted his head. “What's wrong?” “What if Hunter recognizes you?” just because they were enemies and didn't see eye to eye didn't mean they couldn't recognize each other, right? “I always wore a mask when I fought.” He shrugged. “So I doubt he’ll know.”

I screamed, breaking cover and running toward them. I found them in a small clearing. The Hunter was lying on his back. He was dressed in grey tactical camouflage, his face covered by a sleek, full-face mask with glowing green lenses. A high-tech compound bow lay in the dirt nearby. Ashren was straddling him, his good hand clamped around the Hunter’s throat, his other hand raised, claws extended, ready to rip the mask off. "Give me one reason not to open your jugular," Ashren snarled.

With one long step, I began to dash out of Lilith’s Flower Garden and through the busy streets of Metropolitan City, keeping my scanner’s locked-in focus function on the shadow of the culprit running from the rooftop of the Metro Hospital to another rooftop. “You potato!” I cursed as the culprit disappeared from my view. Surely, the sniper was a man enshrouded in black. He was wearing a thick mask, his neckline was all covered, not even a strand of his hair could be seen from that tight cap on his head, gloves were on his hands and his shirt was long-sleeved. Even if my locked-in focus could capture his image in high-definition, I wouldn’t be able to identify him. All I knew was that he had

Kiana asked through her earbuds while looking at the camera which was located backstage. Xercel was at the part of backstage where it was a bit dark but because of the advanced technology of their empire, Kiana used lenses for night's vision. Xercel heard it while walking and observing the place she was in. She had studied the ins and outs of this place well since earlier and she would never want to fail this now. She can fail with other things, but not now. After a few minutes of walking, she immediately stops not that far away from a bunch of people who were wearing formal attires and masks with a symbol of a snake wrapping around a skull. They were standing straight while guarding a door.

A figure stepped into view. She wore a baggy gray-and-white hoodie, the hood pulled low over her face, and cropped pants that showed off her pale ankles—clean, slender, striking. Her face was mostly covered, save for a gleaming mask shaped like a Lotus—etched in gold filigree over a dark, reinforced alloy. Elegant. Mysterious. And unmistakable. Everyone in the Alliance knew that mask. Only the Lotus wore it. Saxon’s eyes widened slightly before she lowered her weapon.

Everyone on her squad wore a slightly different style for their specialty. For Aeon, as a Jack, her outfit consisted of her tank top, combat style pants that stretched easily, and her combat boots. Star, the fast moving sniper and information holder, she wore a tank top and pants as well, but used steel toed sneakers for their better mobility. She also had an unusual dark brown side pouch she used that was not part of standard ware. Chriso, the heavy hitter and muscle, wears a form fitting t-shirt, pants, and combat boots. J7, the scout and tracker, needs shorts for his running, a tank top, and steel toed sneakers.

"That's none of your concern, but I'll tell you anyway. He ruined my life and my home. Since Karma won't catch up to him, I'll treat him as poorly as he treated me. He'll beg for mercy until his last breath. It'll serve as a lesson to everyone—never mess with the wrong woman." "You didn't answer my question, so I won't answer yours. Besides, I don't know much about the dude, only that he always wears a cool mask divided into red and dark brown. There's an 'X' in a circle that looks like a ring of fire, and the color line forms a 'Y' above it. If you see that description, you've found him." "He doesn't use guns, only two Japanese long swords—Katanas. And don't even get me started on his suits

They were fully masked, their identities shielded by the sleek, silver-and-black alloy of the LNI tactical helmets. Xander’s mask was a masterpiece of lupine aggression, the visor glowing with a steady, predatory gold. Beside him, Evangeline’s mask was a streamlined feline curve, the sapphire light of her eyes pulsing through the narrow slits like a heartbeat. The silence in the room was absolute until Xander stepped forward. His voice, deepened and modulated by the suit’s internal tech, rolled out across the world like a thunderclap.