Man In The Iron Mask Novel Novels & Stories

I lifted my chin. “He won’t just burn the city,” I began quietly. I looked at both of them. “He’ll burn you.” Silence fell heavily. “You think the Council will protect you?” I continued. My voice didn’t shake. “Carlino doesn’t care about oaths when someone takes what’s his.” The Masked Man made a sound. A low, distorted laughter. “Let him come,” he said. There was hunger in his voice. “I’ve been waiting for a long time.” He turned away. “Keep her restrained,” he told the guard nearby. “No food.”

He vaguely looked like the person she saw confronting Daegal on Elyx but she couldn't be sure. "Struggling is futile, Naomi Walker." The first thing Naomi noticed about the man who came into view were his eyes. They were a striking hazel color... Almost uncanny and disturbing. His charcoal hair stopped at his shoulders but was graying at the temples. "Do I know you?" Naomi answered since he had spoken first. "Why are you keeping me here?" "Of course, you should know me. I'm only the author of your favorite fantasy novel series," the man said with a smile that seemed eerie since shadows from the fire danced along his chiseled face.

The content listed in it is the details of his fake identity. EROS stirred the cup of tea as he looked down on the grounds of his mansion. He pursed his lips as he watched the gates open from a distance. He lifted his drink and smiled with his eyes filled with excitement. "Looks like we got company," he muttered before turning around and closing the button of his long sleeve white polo. He instructed the guards to open the gates to the mansion. An old man walked inside holding a cane to help him walk and a fedora hat covering half his head. The old man looked around and scanned every inch of the place before fixing his gaze on Eros.

Man of shade manor 2 My breath comes out in pants as my mind races with what to say. I close my eyes taking in a couple of deep breaths. "I...I-I'm alright," I whimper. I watch as he wipes the blood off his hand into his clothes. He sighs, running a hand through his long hair. He begins to undo my restraints. His soft fingers lightly caress my wrists as he removes the ropes. Once I'm released I bring my hands to my chest running my fingers over the raw flesh. The man offers me a hand pulling me to my feet. My legs tremble beneath me but the man continues to hold me upright.

But no one had seen or heard anything about the man in the mask. "Everyone here was masked, we couldn't have known who your man was" the manager blurted "How about the names of attendees?" I enquired I didn't remember his name. "Never mind, " I muttered As I stood with my friend Amelia, I pondered on any potential leads to the mystery man who had ordered the ring. Suddenly, I remembered the ring I had found in my purse the previous month which was too big for both of us, raising the question of who it belonged to.

"I'll be back to you in a little while." I hurried downstairs, and through the cat's eyes, I saw a man in a black suit, covering his face and face, who didn't look like a veterinarian. But thinking for a moment, I guess no one dared to rebel in Elias' territory, so I didn't think much and opened the door. The other man wore a mask, covered his face with a hat, and when he heard the door open, he looked up. My hand froze when I saw familiar eyes, and my chest heaved; I wanted to close the door quickly, but he held my hand. I was not strong enough to resist the man's strength, so he pushed me inside and violently closed the door; his eyes flashed.

It was an old man who was in his 60s I guess, he looked scared of what this dark man would do to him any minute. He opened it and began looking through it. Will he hurt him? What is he looking for? Will he do something bad to the poor old man? I asked myself. I was conflicted because I don't want to get myself into trouble and at the same time let the old man get hurt. I looked around the small room and frowned at that, how am I in this strange room? What is going on? I was too concerned and carried away that I did not see that I was tied down with ropes and when I tried to scream it was muffled. My mouth was also covered.

I couldn’t help but ask myself so many questions that I had no answers to. Still feeling drowsy, I laid down and dozed off, only to be awakened by the noisy rumble of my tummy. I could see it was dark outside and guessed it must be night already. By now Phil would have called the police, I hoped. I wondered if Dom was planning to starve me to death, when the door flew wide and a masked man came in. He was dressed in all black from head to toe. He was about Dom’s height, but the big jacket he wore made it hard to tell his size. He may or may not be Dom.

A moment later, a young man in a blue-and-white robe came in. My eyes lit up at the first sight of him. Manolo is younger than I thought. He was a big man like Nuri, but was not very muscular and looked more like a gentleman than a soldier. His face was long and delicate, and his blue eyes were as charming as the sea. There was a black mole under the corner of his right eye, which gave him a melancholy and mysterious air. I thought of the gentle prince in the Fairyland described in the book. "Your Excellency, I am Manolo."

The way he had left without a word, how he had ordered the guards to keep her locked in this room like some fragile doll that would shatter if she stepped outside—this was not something she could simply overlook. Just as she was about to launch into another round of pacing, the door opened. A man entered, carrying a stack of books. He was tall but not as broad as some of the other guards she had seen. His green eyes, unusual among the castle staff, flickered with hesitation as he met her gaze. His long, blond hair, tied loosely at the nape of his neck, was striking in contrast to the dark uniform he wore. Evelyn’s eyes immediately fell to the books in his hands.