Man In The Iron Mask Novel Novels & Stories

Oliver went down first, and Jayden and I followed. ​Zerilliano's guards were waiting below. "Where's your boss?" I asked. They didn't speak. Instead, they just raised their eyebrows at us. They didn't move and just stood there, looking at us, as if waiting for something. From the main door of the house, the masked man came out. He was wearing an all-black tuxedo and pants, and white shoes covered in blood. ​His body shape is familiar. It looks like I've seen him before.

I needed to see him. Taking a deep breath, I walked forward, the heavy metal door standing tall over me. I curled my fists at my sides. It has to happen now or never. I've heard stories about this place, about the man that ruled it. They said he was the most dangerous man in New York. The kind of person you shouldn't cross unless you had a death wish. And yet, here I was, standing in his territory. The door swung open before I could knock. A man stood in the doorway, his face covered in a mask, his eyes dark and suspicious. He was tall, built like a soldier, and has an aura of someone who takes pleasure in murdering.

The man escorted Isabelle back to the door before he returned to the platform. "Who are you?' Violet asked with furrowed brows. He was wearing a mask, covering his face. Violet couldn't see his face, but she found his eyes scary. It sent chills down her spine. "People who know me are all dead," the man said in a low and cold tone. He sounded impatient. His voice had been distorted through special processing, so Violet couldn't recognize who he was for a while. But his tone made it instantly clear to Violet who he was.

Seeing that he could not even self-destruct in front of Andrius, the masked man began to panic, his voice tinged with fear. “Nothing.” Andrius suddenly smiled at him, revealing his pearly whites, which made the masked man even more anxious. “I just have a few questions. Tell me what the Immortal Palace is and what treasures it holds.” At those words, the masked man mocked, “What makes you think I’ll tell you?” “Tsk...” Andrius did not waste time and took out two silver needles, inserting them into the man’s body. “Heh, do you think this will make me submit?”

I was no stranger to death in my life, but that didn’t mean I felt comfortable being around dead bodies at length. What was I doing here? Why was I chained to an embalming table? I jerked at my wrist restraints again with a feral snarl. The man behind the clown mask just chuckled again and pushed away from the wall where he was leaning. “Those handcuffs are made of titanium, and only I hold the key. Good luck getting out.” “What do you want with me?” I demanded. “Who are you?” There wasn’t an answer right away. I tried to make out the man’s eyes behind the mask, but the hood he wore over his head shadowed them and made it impossible to see the color. All I knew was that he was broad and musc

The air was damp, and the walls were lined with rusting bars. A shadow emerged from the corner. The man wore a mask, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “Welcome,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. My heart raced. It was obviously Diego. “Diego,” I hissed. “Why the mask? Afraid to show your face?” The man chuckled and yanked on my chains, pulling me closer. I spit in his face, “Coward!.” He wiped his cheek and smirked. “Ficy I see,” he remarked before turning to leave.

LINNET Cornello quickly got off me while I stood in a daze. The intruder chuckled and stepped closer, and only then did I get to see his face. He was an elegant man, considerably tall, but I couldn’t tell much about his features because he wore a mask. As Cornello reached to pull up his pants, the masked man stopped him. “Not yet, Mr. Cornello,” he said, moving even closer. Cornello stiffened. How did this masked man know who he was? Sensing the shock on his face, the stranger continued.

Although Evans’ gaze was focused on the comet as though he understood its meaning. “Something new has been reborn.” He whispered. I nodded, managing to comprehend the eerie feeling in his voice as he spoke. There and then, I saw him. I barely saw his back as he went into the corridor. “The masked man.” I pointed. “He is here!” suddenly remembering the book I had left bare on the bed.

He bend down to pick the note book and perused through it. The content made the masked man look back at the still man on the floor. His eyes shone, depicting some admiration and awe in them. It was such a pity that the unconscious man who is probably almost dead was not part of them. He would have been an asset that could make their organisation more lethal. The masked man decided to go back to check on the figure lying on the floor. He soon stood above the figure. A few seconds passed by as he analysed the man's body . If he could say to himself, the man's back was sexy . Was his face sexy too? He wondered.

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?