Man In The Iron Mask Novel Novels & Stories

He also carried a faint, elegant scent, subtle yet refined. Though his face was hidden by a silver mask, Miranda had clearly seen his hands—long, slender, and pale, glowing faintly like ivory under the candlelight, almost as if they were carved from jade. Hands like these didn’t belong to an assassin or a common thief. So why had this man infiltrated the Croyso estate in the dead of night? Was he here for her father? Or for her? Who was he?

C6: A NEW DAY AT THE PALACE Searching, her eyes wandered till they landed on a masculine tall man who stood out amongst the other soldiers he took regal strides as he walked to a seat one like a throne at the other end of the hall. He wore a black royal robe, his face was masked, there was something off about his silver coloured mask; she couldn't see his eyes, one thing she needed for confirmation. One thing was certain this man before him screamed danger whereas she was comfortable with the stranger.

Then who is the person who also just entered? The man is wearing black face mask, white long sleeves that is folded up to his elbow, and black pants. His hair is cleanly cut but his aura is cold. He looks unapproachable and quite fierce. It seems like the man noticed his stare because he turned his head and their eyes met. Jevro's fingers flinches when he saw the man's golden eyes. "It sparked?" He whispered to himself. "Impossible, there's a lot of people wearing contact lenses. So it's impossible that his eyes is real." He also added.

the other person replied with a laugh, clearly thinking that the other was joking. After all, this place was so secretive, unless a miracle happened, who would be able to find it? “No, there really is someone,” said the first mercenary. He directly re-routed the direction of the searchlight, shooting it towards a mountain in front of him. That hill was not the one that Tyr and the others were on, but the one that Iron Mask was positioned at. As soon as the light shone on it, they noticed that there was indeed a person standing on that hill. The man was dressed in simple clothes. He was wearing an iron mask, and four vajra steel claws on both his hands.

“He is cursed? Oh my God! If the Jamaerah knew that, they would kill him. I think he deserves it… He is a cruel and merciless person. Full of rubbish. Full of stupidity. Arrogance. It’s better if we get out of here. Do you want to get out of here? This is such a stupid question. I will crack these doors open, tell me your story in the meantime. Start the show! The world is full of untold stories.” The man I talked to for a whole day, the man I laughed with and told stories, the man who used his hands to unlock both our cells and lead me outside, the man who knew the hidden passages of the Duke’s mansion, that man… had a mask hiding his face in the shape of a moth. Like the rumour I heard wee

Because while they celebrate, I pack. Two changes of clothes, documents and cash I’ve stolen from my father’s accounts over the years. More than enough to erase myself. I was giddy. All I need now are my books and one last visit to the only room that ever felt safe in the entire mansion. The library is dim when I slip inside and I startle when I hear his voice. I pause, hidden between the shelves, and listening despite myself. The masked man is speaking low, and frustrated. “If I cut them off completely, the ports shut down and the suppliers panic.

Caroline/ Evelyn’s POV: The man wore a suit made of the finest threads money could buy. His figure was large and imposing, and there was something so familiar about it. Though he wore a full black mask that obscured his features, he couldn’t hide the innate aristocratic aura he held. Held tightly in his hand was a glass of wine. From the way his fingers strained around the bowl of the glass, I was surprised that it hadn’t shattered from the stress. His entire presence filled me with unease that I couldn’t quite place. Why did he seem so familiar?

He found that his left hand, which had touched the doorknob a moment ago, was shaking as he gathered all his courage to open the door. “What’s wrong? Why are you standing here and not opening the door?” He reflexively turned around, finding Isaac looking at him in surprise behind his mask. Subconsciously, his eyes scanned the clothes the man was wearing. He had never seen Isaac dressed in such an abundance of ornamentation, which made him blink a little in amazement. Not that Isaac was not fit to wear those clothes. Not that. Even the clothes Isaac was wearing managed to bring out all the charm that the man had, which had been hidden behind the military-style attire he always wore.

“Sir? The liquid’s destroyed. But we have the girl. Should we start Protocol Zero?” June froze. She spotted a gold key tattoo on his neck. “Who are you?” Her voice shook. The man smiled. June had seen that smile before—in the very first secret book her father ever showed her. ​"The Romanos were just the bankers, Mrs. Romano," the man said. "Did you really think they were the ones in charge?"

Catarina, her loyal maid, clutched her hand tightly, her knuckles white with tension. They sat backs to the wall, eyes flitting nervously towards the heavy metal door. Every rustle, every creak of the old building, sent a jolt of adrenaline through them. The silence was finally shattered by the screech of the rusty lock. The door swung open with a bang, revealing a single figure – the man in the M*ckey M*use mask.