Marvel Green Goblin Mask Novels & Stories

Amore said with a smile. "What? Are you going to go on your revenge by pretending? Amore, you might be cursed again when he finds out. You know he's a cunning man, don't you?" He replied full of concern. "Ah, I'll take care of it. I can pretend as long as I have a different face. I can't take off my mask, because he will suspect me!"

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.

But there he is, lounging on the couch like he’s been there all along, his eyes fixed on me with that look that makes my pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons. I swallow hard, my hand still gripping the window handle as if it could offer any kind of protection. The warmth from the shower vanishes in an instant, replaced by the cold dread curling around my spine. He steps into the pale moonlight, and for the first time, I notice the mask—different from the ones he’s worn before. It’s the kind people wear to masquerade parties only that it has two bull horns on each side, the mask covering everything from his forehead down to his nose, leaving only his lips exposed. Those lips, twisted into

“A black birthmark at the back of his neck.” My body runs cold immediately, my mind drifting to one person. Marcel. He has a black birthmark on the back of his neck. He is tall, has brown hair. And according to the previous description, green eyes. I shake my head. “No, it can’t be him.” Kieran looks at me carefully. “It can’t be who?” Before I can answer, someone suddenly approaches Vivianne and sits next to her. He has his face completely disguised with a nose mask and large sunglasses. However, even if I am just awoken from sleep, I’d recognize that figure, that walking step, anytime and any day.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

Don't make any noise! The warning didn't do much good. When the door let out a long moan and tipped over the chair with a noisy stamp, everyone screamed. The man who approached had no features. He wore a black cloth mask from the neck to the base of his nose, and covered the rest with black robes that stretched in a large hood over his head. The eyes were narrow like those of a snake, and a poisonous flash had run through her black irises as she analyzed each face in front of her. He stopped his gaze on mine, and all the doubt that remained about that brutal demonstration of power faded with the wrinkles that formed around his eyes. Even without being sure, I could swear that a smile formed

The woman stood still, her body tense. Her golden mask, a true work of art adorned with gemstones, concealed the upper part of her face, revealing only her lips and chin. It was more than just a mask—it was a masterpiece. Elijah's expression darkened as he whispered to his subordinate, "After all this searching, you bring me this?!" The subordinate stammered nervously, "S-Sir, we hired the best private investigators in Centrolis and followed your leads. This is the result."

She didn't believe he would keep that old thing. He laughs at her and gets dressed, it was a black garb that exposed the arms and the mid section, the chest was plated with amour and there were gauntlets.to where to protect the lower arm. He slides his mask on and his pants are sticking to his body like glue. They were placed a bit under his waist and she was able to see the drool worthy 'V' he had around his torso.

I said when I smelled the familiar scent in the room a while back. A man then stepped out from where he was hiding. He was wearing a green velvet suit with a black shirt underneath. He was wearing a black mask carved perfectly for his face to become the highlight of his outside appearance. His curly hair was combed neatly yet a single curl of his hair wasn't cooperative hence, he just kept it hanging on his forehead despite the amount of gel he might have worn. "You have noticed.” he smiled cockily at me. That cocky smile... He was the man who stole the Red Scarlet from me.

The archer stared at the black figure; blood was dripping down his face, through his beard, coloring his gorget. They looked to their sides, the way was clear. One step at a time, they moved with all the confidence of the world. The world was theirs for the taking. Soldiers rushed, they moved as one, through a tight maze of streets, which went in all directions. A shadow appeared from the darkness of a dead end. The man from the balcony, just moments ago they could have sworn that they saw his face. How could they? Only now, do they realize that his face was covered with a black, birdlike mask. Green eyes looked at them from behind the mask. "My job here is done," he said, looking directly a