Masked Naruto Novels & Stories

The question is, will I survive? The guard suddenly rushes in. He points at me and throws me something, which I quickly catch. “Put that on. Alpha Zao wants to see that on you.” “What…is it?” I ask, standing up. “A mask? I don’t know,” he says with anger. I look at it. It’s a tasseled nose‑and‑mouth mask. The dangling tassels are made with rhinestones, and the bottom part curves into a V shape that frames my jaw and chin when I put it on.

I jerked as his hands enveloped mine, the warmth from it send beautiful goosebumps all over me. "During Naruto mission with Hinati to rescue Hanabi, they both fell on a genjutsu (Illusion), Naruto was able to connect to Hinata's Memory because of the red scarf that intertwined the two" he gave me a slight squeeze as I remember the moment he is saying and it's one of my best scene.

Even Conan, who was a frequent patron of the private gun club, could not achieve such precision with his level of mastery. The ninja appeared beside another tree. His mask was removed and then tied around his arm. One of the shots must have hit him in the arm. Under the mask was a hideous face. His sharp eyes were fixated on Snow. “That damn woman! You shot me?! You’re fucking dead! I’ll poison your face until it rots off, and I’ll torture you to death!” he shouted viciously with gritted teeth. Kaze’s expression turned cold. Just as he wanted to head into the woods to take care of the matter, the ninja raised both his hands, and just as he swung them, ten black beads were thrown at Kaze.

I quickly jumped up, shaking it firmly and smiling a little at him. He's as tall as Nate but looks a little less muscular. But not too skinny either. He has a messy collection of long dreads piled on top of his head, some with rings on the end. His skin was dark and unlike most of his other pack members I'd met so far, free of tattoos or scars. He has dark black eyes surrounded by long lashes. He had two hoops in his right nostril and big plugs in his ears. He was kind of hot, but I reminded myself of my mate that was sitting right behind me and quickly shoved that thought away. He crashes back down on the couch, tossing the controller to Thomas and bringing a blunt up to his mouth.

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

Monsters are not the scary creatures we see at night. They are not double-headed ugly creatures. They are the ones we call friends, They could be us. **** She was escorted by two officers, same once who would have followed her orders into their deaths anytime. Her hair blown into the direction of the wind held only by her scalp. Her head bowed and eyes covered. The wind around her was thick and there was no room for regrets, just spite. Her lip was bruised and tainted red by the blood. Even in defeat, Kara knew she was right.

"That's none of your concern, but I'll tell you anyway. He ruined my life and my home. Since Karma won't catch up to him, I'll treat him as poorly as he treated me. He'll beg for mercy until his last breath. It'll serve as a lesson to everyone—never mess with the wrong woman." "You didn't answer my question, so I won't answer yours. Besides, I don't know much about the dude, only that he always wears a cool mask divided into red and dark brown. There's an 'X' in a circle that looks like a ring of fire, and the color line forms a 'Y' above it. If you see that description, you've found him." "He doesn't use guns, only two Japanese long swords—Katanas. And don't even get me started on his suits

A Japanese man wearing a Komuso and a Kimono sits on his knees, staring out to the Japanese style doorway, adjusting himself on a tatami mat, a long nodachi by his waist. The sound of licking his lips can be heard behind the Komuso mask, grasping the hilt of his sword, looking down at the mat below him. "Are you coming in?" The man asks, the door sliding open, a blond man with a curled mustache enters, his blue and blue eyes shining against the darkness emitted by the light behind the man.

"Long enough to decipher someone whom I see is hiding behind a mask. People, be it a man or a woman, are the least themselves when they talk in their own person. Give them a mask, and they will tell you the truth themselves. See? Simple, isn't it?" Hanako realised that keeping something from Subaru would not be that easy. She looked into his eyes, which seemed like they were looking right through her. "Yeah, really, they just told me this, that's all." Subaru's eyes narrowed. He became certain that this smartass girl was hiding something from him. He looked at Hanako with a serious expression. Subaru made the Retsu seal and pointed at Hanako's forehead. "What are you?" "Shinobu āto: Kokoro n

"Uh, yeah, about that—I'm kinda allergic to blood." She blinked. "What?" "Yeah. I pass out when I even glance at it." She scanned my profile , releasing a breath. "Why isn’t it stated here ." "Gotta have been a mistake. My mom mustn't've said it." She glared at me but finally waved me away. "Tomorrow. Fine." "Thanks, nice lady," I said, backing up in case she changed her mind. Bag check next. The guard there looked at me suspiciously. "Strip."