Mother 3 Masked Man Novels & Stories

"Not so fast dear. You don't want to miss out on all the fun do you?", The big masked man said in an ugly gruff voice. His companions began to gather around him. They were five in number and their faces were covered in the same mask. Judging from the way they gathered around the big man he seemed like their leader. He pulled out his gun and stalked slowly towards our direction. Dad rushed towards us and shielded us with his body and the big man guffawed at the scene unfolding in front of him.

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

“Stay back.” ‎ ‎Evelyn grabbed a metal rod leaning against the wall God knows how she even noticed it and held it like she knew what she was doing. “Touch her again and I swear” ‎ ‎I had never seen my mother talk like that. I didn’t even know she had that tone inside her. ‎ ‎But before she could move, someone else appeared behind her, blocking the exit. ‎ ‎Another masked man. ‎ ‎“Mom!” I screamed. ‎ ‎Evelyn spun too late. He lunged at her, and she stumbled back with a gasp. The one holding me shifted, distracted for half a second, but that was all it took

The man at the head of the table asked, his voice deep and forceful. "No matter how thick your mask is, I already know who you are," Mask Princess replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She stood tall, her arms crossed and her head held high, her unbroken spirit illuminated her eyes. The masked figures exchanged quick yet cautious glances as they conversed with each other in low whispers. “I don’t know why she brought you here, but I want you to introduce yourself,” the leader said firmly. Mask Princess knew that the masked leader was referring to her mother. She was fully aware that the night's events could prove dangerous, and yet she knew that it was necessary to protect her mother.

The man with a mask over his face. *

the masked voice said, chuckling. East clenched his jaw the more. Leonardo and Ivan clenched their knuckles. "Your daughter is safe with me" the masked person said. "At least for now." He added, laughing like a demon. Cora sobbed as Iris held her. East glared at the screen. "I am going to kill you, you bastard" The masked person scoffed. "Like I said Mr Gonzalez, Calm down" East clenched his knuckles. "Yes I have your daughter. She is asleep. She will be sleeping for the next five hours" the masked person said.

The pain is still there, but it’s slowly getting numb. I watch my mother work, my heart racing with a mix of emotion. Relief, fear, and something else I can’t quite name. “Why are you here?” I ask her, my voice hoarse. “ To save your asses of course." My mother shots back, annoyed. A man cloaked in shadows steps forward, his face obscured by a black mask. The air grows cold, and my blood runs ice. Whoever he is, his power radiates off him in waves, dark and oppressive.

He looked up, his gaze sharp and penetrating, and quickly stood up, saying, "I can explain." I couldn't hear what Mr. Eugen was saying anymore. All I could see in my eyes was the silver mask he was holding in his hand. This mask was incredibly familiar to me. It was the same mask that MK used to wear countless nights before. And now, Mr. Eugen was holding it. The implications were clear. Mr. Eugen was MK. My hand loosened, and the bowl of soup I was holding fell to the ground, shattering the silence of the night.

"Aren't you an immortal? Why can't you be?" Asked the beautiful woman in a short dress whose face looked angry looking at the man lying on the bed. "Ah! I'm not unwilling, but you know he doesn't have many subordinates while I although I have two brothers but they are unreliable." The masked man's reply made the standing woman very angry. Her face reddened with annoyance, the masked man had promised to help her avenge her family who were slaughtered by the nobles of this city.

"I'm sorry you’re going through this with your husband." "Thank you," Honey replied, grateful for the woman's tact. "I appreciate the arrangements you made so I could be here." "Sir is already here," Madam V continued. "He's waiting in his private suite. Would you like to freshen up first?" Honey nodded. "Just briefly. And I need to find a mask to hide the bruise on my face."