Meta Knight Without His Mask Novels & Stories

The both of us squatted at the corner and listened to what they are saying. And strangely, Apart from the peace Treaty between Brother and This Pack nothing else was really going on there. "Alpha Santiago, When do you plan to get Luna? Don't you think it's taking time" One of the Alphas said as I looked over and looked at Alpha Santiago but I could only see the side face. There was something like a silver mask on his face, "Does your Alpha always wear Mask?" I asked her. "Yes," She nodded. "Does that mean that no one has seen his face before?" She asked as I nodded.

Not now. "I met a woman yesterday and I marked her. She also left this mask behind.” He announced, showing off the mask I had on last night to the group. “I would like to know if she is among you because she is my mate." Kieran said, his voice thundering around the space, reminding me of how that same voice wavered when he was in me. I shook my head, my mind running with thoughts on what could happen if I was found out. I closed my eyes, praying to the moon goddess to help me just this once but when I opened my eyes, my hopes crashed and burned.

In his mind, the Master of the Order was unmatched in strength, which meant he would absolutely succeed in subduing the Fox family’s heir. Metal Mask glanced at him. He then suddenly coughed up blood and swayed unsteadily. Ace was shocked. He rushed to support him and helped him to his seat. “Sir, what happened? How were you injured?” he asked in disbelief. He had never seen Metal Mask this hurt before. No one in Honora was capable of wounding him. “I underestimated him,” Metal Mask said gravely. “The Fox family’s heir has surpassed the sovereign grade. He’s already a Martial Saint!”

His eyes were still open, but all he could see was the vastness of the unknown. Kayla was perplexed; she had no idea when someone entered because her eyes were closed, but when she opened them, she saw that the horrible blackmailer in front of her had been hurled against the wall like an ant. What was the name of her knight in shining armor? She thought, because her knight was dressed in a hood cap and a black leather boot. She couldn't make out his face, because he was on her side, facing the bad guy. She thought of leaving, but not before retrieving the blackmailer's phone.

The guard cast a bewildered, slightly terrified, look at Maverick, who shook his head in warning. “I did that on purpose to cheer you up. Did it work?” Knight bounced on his feet, which looked absurd since he was wearing a blacked-out suit with his hair slicked back and shirt unbuttoned to display his inked chest. “Tell me it worked, or I’ll do it again and again—” “Alright, it worked.” I added this part over the mind-link. “Now stop spinning me around before I freeze time and stab you with an old school prison shank. Pretty sure I can conjure one of those."

He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.” I became dumbfounded at the moment and couldn’t speak a word but just look into his sparkling eyes. He blinked and cleared his throat before looking away, he made his way out of the room without looking back. My heart that was accelerating at the moment stopped the instant he closed the door vanishing from my sight.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

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.

Rated PG-Mature Content The crunch of the leaves was the only noise trickling in the darkness of the late winter night, as the fairy knight's boots made their way along the pathway to the Lord Camilton manor. The fairy knight had been invited to the fairy masquerade ball and was greatly looking forward to it. His luminous mask, firmly in place, hid his elegant features well. The powerful line of his jaw the only thing apparent beneath the glowing satin, his eyes peering out mischievously. A smile twitched at his seductive mouth as the harmony of fairy music flowed down from the ballroom, and the torches illuminated his path the rest of the way.

Now that would be entertaining. I absconded the boxing bag gloves. My long and thick black lashes pressed firmly together and the gate of my eyes shut closed. I inhaled deeply and calmly. And as usual, my subconscious formed a well-built and sturdy figure. It looked virile and manly. He wore black leather pants and a black tacky jacket that looked like one forged from the heat of battle in medieval times. His face was covered with a silver mask. But the color of his eyes was dark and dangerous. The conviction in his eyes was as firm as always. To kill.