Novel & Cerita Mask Of Vengeance

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?”

Nagtaas-baba pa ang kilay nito. Sumunod ang tingin ko sa tinutukoy ni Athelia. Naroon si Adamson. He was wearing a black button down shirt. Nakabukas pa ang tatlong butones. He was a bit sweaty and under the lights, his sweat shimmers like they were diamonds. May suot din itong kwintas na may dog tag na pendant. Mukhang may magpipigil ng ngiti ngayong gabi ah. Natawa ako nang umirap si Ena at sumiksik sa akin.

From the shadows of the main keep's grand archway, Marcus Vance emerged. He was leaning heavily against the stone doorframe, his massive hand gripping the carved rock so tightly that the granite was spider-webbing with cracks beneath his fingers. He had changed out of his battle armor into a loose black tunic, which was already stained with fresh, dark blood seeping from his nose. His face was a mask of deathly pallor, his lips drawn into a tight line.

The black silk of his shirt was sodden with the hot, iron-scent of Alpha blood. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. Why would a man who claimed she was merely a "business proxy" sacrifice his own blood for her? The violent jolt of the crash had dislodged his mask, skewering it to the side to reveal a sharply defined, pale chin and the corner of a mouth she recognized from her dreams. If the mask shifted another inch, the ghost of her past would be standing in the light. A part of her ached to rip the bone away and confirm the suspicion burning in her soul.

Valentino Voss had arrived. He stepped out with the same controlled confidence he carried everywhere, black suit tailored to perfection, black leather gloves covering his hands, the carbon-fiber mask concealing the upper half of his face and turning him into something both familiar and distant at once. Only his eyes stayed visible. Grey. Sharp. The kind of eyes that noticed everything and forgave almost nothing.

It was just low, raspy, and very calm. ​I closed the door. "Mr. Vance?" ​"Come closer," he said. "I want to see what six million dollars looks like in the light." I walked toward the desk, my legs heavy as I moved. When I reached the rug, he turned his chair around. I stopped. He stayed in the dark, but I could see a mask. It was smooth and black, covering the top left side of his face with a thin strap. The other side was clear—he had a sharp jaw, and he wasn't smiling.

“You want to look like sin wrapped in silk?” “I want to look like vengeance in velvet.” Roman clapped his hands. “Finally. I get to have fun.” They chose a double-breasted midnight black suit trimmed in obsidian satin, tailored so sharp it could cut. The shirt beneath was blood-charcoal silk, the color of bruises. Max stood still as a mannequin as pins danced around him. “And the mask?” Roman asked. Max hesitated. “Something that hides everything,” he murmured. “But lets her recognize me if she dares to look close enough.”

I asked as I skimmed through the contents. “It might be hard to believe, but I found it in my mailbox.” Carter answered. There wasn’t anything in the file that could be useful, other than proof that Natalie had been spotted around members of Lunar Eclipse. There were also two pictures of her, one with a mask on, and one with her removing a mask. Each mask was unique to each member of Lunar Eclipse, but they all had a mark on the mask, to identify that they belonged to Lunar Eclipse.

Her brow furrowed as she gazed at me. “It's me,” I said, pulling the hood of my hoodie off my head and removing the sunglasses from my eyes. “Who Are you?” She asked, still not recognizing me. “Oh I forgot we haven't officially met, I'm Vanessa” Her eyes softened as she realized. “You are the girl who..” I nodded. “Yes” She groaned in pain. My eye moved to her stomach where she had gotten stabbed. It was wrapped tight with a bandage and a little bit of blood peeped through it.

She refused to look into his eyes. "P-please." He grinned watching her begging. He loved the way she was at his mercy. No one was there to help her. No one was there to stop him. He could do anything right now and no one will be able to do anything. The vengeance inside him loved the pain she was in. "LOOK AT ME." His chest vibrated as he growled right on her face. Her body shivered badly in his arms making him tighten his grip on her waist. Her jaw was painfully held by him. She wasn't even able to utter a word properly. Her lips turned into a slight pout as he increased the force of his fingers that were holding her cheeks.