Marvel Green Goblin Mask Novels & Stories

The muscle man asks in a hostile tone. The man in a golden-grey robe just smiled and didn’t say anything. On his face, there’s a half-face mask that covers the upper half of his face. “I hate people wearing masks! Stop wearing it in front of me!” Gerel said in disdain. A youth takes off his mask and smiles at Gerel mysteriously. “Greed and selfishness? I think it’s a little bit overboard, I didn’t do this for fun you know.” Said Duke Tian Dong to a man in front of him.

“But master, if you leave now, what about your surgery? Rebel asked. “Postpone it; I’ll do it later. Was the surgery successful? He asked while walking to the mirror and standing in front of it. Rebel sighed. “Yeah, it was successful, Master; you won’t believe how unbelievably the result is until you see it with your own eyes.” Rebel suddenly got excited. The masked man paused. Suddenly, he raised his hand and pulled off the mask. A handsome yet faulty scar appeared in the mirror. He had a flawless face, beautiful eyes, long eyelashes, and thick eyebrows that put devilish handsomeness on his face. His pinkish lips were so kissable that any woman would fall for this face on the spot, but the

Or was it the eerie way he moved—fluid, confident, yet silent, like a phantom materializing out of the dim glow of the chandeliers? Now that he stood close enough, Evelyn could study the details of his mask. It was an intricate piece, covering his entire face, adorned with black and gold gemstones that glinted under the light. But it was the mouthpiece that truly sent a chill down her spine—carved with sharp, exaggerated teeth, as though mocking the very notion of civility.

I tugged my corset with my hands. "Well look who decided to show up." Maria smirked. "The man across us, you see him?" There was a man cladded in a black tux, using a gold mask to hide his identity. All that can be seen are his bold green eyes, he had a boy about my age next to him with a similar mask to his, with the build he had plus the dark hair and the same green eyes as the man next to him. It was obvious that he was his son.

The silhouette wavered in the distance before he came into view. He was tall. Too tall. Black hair framed a face half-hidden by a mask across his mouth, as though he was smiling so wide it needed to be contained. But it wasn’t the mask that made my breath catch. It was his eyes. One was green while the other was violet, deep and unnatural, like staring into a bruise.

Their scent was that of a vampire's. I tensed before relaxing the next moment I remembered that my scent was masked. There's no way they could tell I was a werewolf. To conceal my catchy green orbs, valeria made me wear contact lenses. At first, I thought it was absurd but as time passed, I realised that it saved me a lot of trouble. Who would have thought that having green orbs was a bad omen among humans? While preparing their order, I tried not to listen to the conversation between them, but their voices were so loud. It was hard not to hear them.

When he carefully settled me on the ground, I flashed him a grateful smile. “Thank you.” He nodded stiffly. “Just doing my job, ma’am,” “Even though.” I added, my hand lingering on his arm. He was still staring down at me through his mask and I noticed that he had beautiful green eyes, one which matched the hair which fell over his forehead.

Victor stood beside the first as Maria approached him with a velvet box. "Your mask," she said, opening it to reveal an intricately crafted piece. "Custom made, as you requested." Victor took it without comment, examining the half-mask of burnished gold and obsidian. It was crafted to resemble a death's head—not garish or Halloween-like, but subtle and elegant, with empty eyes that would reveal nothing of the man beneath. "Perfect," he finally said, his voice low. "Victor," Maria began, hesitating. "Are you sure about tonight? We could still—"

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.