Marvel Green Goblin Mask Novels & Stories

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

Not long later, the door to the private room pushed open, and a waiter led the two men in. The first man wore a ghost mask with blue fangs. Xiao Yihan was startled at first glance, but he soon calmed down. He was now a CEO with a net worth of over ten billion—an identity that the dealer forged for him—and his character could not appear weak. The man behind the ghost mask wore a Spider-Man mask. It was inexplicably comical, and the both of them seemed way out-of-tune standing next to each other. "Mr. X, this is Mr. J, and this is his driver, Mr. S. I wish you all a good time!"

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

A tingle quivered inside me as I immediately looked over my shoulder. I didn't quite recognize him at first. His mask had changed again: a cream-colored mask with white embroidery, decorated with green gems. His suit also had changed from the shimmering black to a slick outfit that was deep purple in color. Honestly, if I hadn't recognized the touch of his gloved fingers on my wrist, I wouldn't have noticed him. "Masquerade?" "Hello again," he smiled.

My grip tightens on the phone. No. No, no, no. My heart slams against my ribs, my pulse roaring in my ears. I watch him—Ghost—standing in that fucking room, his hands shaking, desperation clear in his eyes. He wasn’t pleading for our lives. He was trying to undo what he did. “Why should we believe you?” the masked man asks. Ghost lets out a bitter, humorless laugh. “How else would I know the name? Come on, why do you think I told that idiot to stop?” His hands clench at his sides, his whole body tense. “Just take the three million and let us go.”

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

Kiara turned to face the mystery man. She didn't know what she was expecting but seemed to forget that this was a masquerade party. She couldn't see his face, because he had a green masquerade mask on that complimented his pretty eyes. He was dressed in a black suit with the usual red tie. He was extremely fit, she could tell, and all it did was want to make her take him to the bedroom.

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

And then… well, let’s just say my eardrums took their final breath that day. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” she shrieked, her face twisted in horror. I finally got a good look at her, she was wrapped in a towel herself, another one twisted around her head, clearly fresh out of the shower. But the thing that caught my attention the most was the deep green face mask covering her entire face, making her look like something straight out of a low-budget Halloween horror movie. Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, something about her struck a chord of familiarity. I squinted, studying her more closely. Had I seen her before?

Turning a corner, a shoulder sharply bumps into me, knocking me to the side with enough force to send a packet of pasta falling from my shopping bag. “My bad," I mumble, stooping down to grab the bag from the cobblestones. However, the man I bumped into sweeps down and grabs it before my fingers can even brush the packaging. “You dropped this.” He holds it out to me. I shudder at his ethereal voice before I raise my attention to his face, audibly gasping. He wears a black mask that covers the lower half of his face. All I can see are his duel coloured eyes that stare down at me - one violet and one obsidian black - and a pair of dark eyebrows that match his hair.