Marvel Green Goblin Mask Novels & Stories

"Umm—" "Of course you're in." I haven't yet decided it but he want me to take a yes. He was wearing a mask, made by Abaca fiber, too. He seems to have a cough or something. I can't see his whole face. But, his silver lightning eyes was sharp that doesn't miss a thing. I think he wants to befriend with me. He almost touched my skin so I managed to move a litle bit away from him. Who is this guy?

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

Inside, nestled on a velvet cushion, lay the Mask of Fortuna. My breath hitched in my throat as I gazed upon it. The mask was an eerie thing of beauty, crafted from polished obsidian that gleamed under the dim light, its surface sleek and reflective. It was as if it had been pulled straight from the depths of some ancient world. Crimson rubies and emerald sapphires adorned it, set delicately in gold filigree, their fiery hues sparkling as I leaned closer. The intricate Roman symbols etched along its edges seemed to pulse with some forgotten power—laurel wreaths and the ever-turning wheel of Fortuna, as if the mask itself held the whims of fate in its design.

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.

The next morning, Gwen woke up at the crack of dawn. She called Luna on the phone while she was washing up, and told Luna about her request. "No problem!" Luna was smiling as she said this. "You say that that bodyguard of yours needs a mask, huh? Well, what kind is he looking for? One that's made to imitate human skin? I don't think that's a good idea. It'll come off easily if someone were to punch him, and I think a better option will be something made of metal, like those masks you wear to a costume party. We can easily make it look more lifelike!

Similarly, he wore a mask that was similar to the other Night Empire warriors with the only difference being the silver and purple detailing that signified his position. The face mask was a three-dimensional Dragon face made of light weight, highly impact resistant metal, black in colour with its features detailed in purple and silver, where the only exposed part was the eyes; the area of the mouth had a mechanical contraption that moved with the jaw movement and also allowed intake of food and drinks without having to be taken off. The other peculiarity of the mask was that it was fastened at the neck and could only be taken off by the fingerprint of the owner or his superior from the Night

He’s still wearing the same burgundy shirt from earlier, as well as the same full-faced mask that only exposes his eyes. The mask is a metal with carved intricate designs. It’s meant to draw attention to it, but what I’m mostly drawn to the stranger’s eyes. Despite the dimness of the garage, I can see them. They are the brightest green I’d ever set my eyes on, and are unlike his strands that are intimidated by the shadows, now seeming to black even though they were brown when I saw the man earlier. My first unwavering thought is to look at the man’s hands. They are dipped in his pockets.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

she said, unzipping the bag. The dress inside was stunning…deep emerald green silk that would cling in all the right places, floor-length with a slit up one thigh. It was elegant and sophisticated. I don’t feel like I can pull such a beautiful dress off right now but I’ll try anyway. Nothing like the doll dresses he usually made me wear. “And this,” Maria added, pulling out a mask from a separate box. It was white with gold accents, designed to cover the upper half of my face. Beautiful and anonymous at the same time.

She replied. The duke chuckled and asked again, “But a monster?” Lady Vienna nodded. “Yes, a handsome monster.” She patted his head to comfort him. “That’s okay, you’re with the evil Lady, Lady Vienna. We’re a match.” She said, smiling. “So that is why you wear a mask right?” Lady Vienna nodded. “Yes, a handsome monster.” She patted his head to comfort him. “That’s okay, you’re with the evil Lady, Lady Vienna. We’re a match.” She said, smiling. “So that is why you wear a mask right?”