Naruto Masked Novels & Stories

Jester swiped his hand to the left. The wall before him tore itself up and crumbled to dust before being sucked into a void known as Jorus, exposing the figures inside. Only two people remained standing. One was a familiar figure, tall and broad, with a white mask covering his face. The other was leaner, smaller than the masked man, with a handsome face and cold, dead eyes. This man held in his arms a woman with golden hair in a fancy red dress. The features of her beautiful face were obscured by the blood seeping from her head, and around her slender neck was a fiery tattoo, like a necklace of thorns painted on her skin.

This gets their respect for her for a little bit. Their attention was taken by the joyous laugh above. It was the masked-guy with his assistant standing in the terrace while looking down at them. “You look in pain, Crimson Blade,” he smirked. Zitrey straightaway looked at him. “I can’t feel the pain. I only felt ticklish.” The masked-guy slapped his forehead and laugh once again, like a madman. When he stopped, still hand in the face he staidly looked down at Zitrey, and ordered, “Break. Her. Leg.”

The feeling that was there, glaringly obvious at how my whole body relaxed into his and as the fight left my body it shook, only seemed to be held together by him. - Can you guess who the masked man was? What's going to happen? Share your thoughts! A. Gupta

When she meets Kiara’s eyes she shrugs, “He will not like it but there is no other way.” When Nia comes back into the tent, Kiara is dressed in red lace embroidered with gold threads. She keeps rubbing the material between her fingers, it is soft, rich, delicate, like a single pull would rip it. Kiara notices the box in Nia’s hand, when Nia opens it, Kiara sees an intricate mask sitting on a velvet pillow. The mask is white, designed all over with red and gold lines, matching the colours on her dress. there are two carved out slits for her eyes, but none for her mouth. Nia places the mask over her face and secures it in place, the mask’s nose fits snuggly over Kiara’s and she begins to panic

in meantime Jasmine was curiously staring at bright white colored mask in Draco’s hand. “Why do we require these masks?” Jasmine questioned Draco with raised eyebrow “Terra had seen you…. and Albert, she also know me… so if we have to make sure we get in safely inside castle… then we have to wear mask and get mixed with crowd” Draco replied “But don’t you think she will feel you Dragon aura?” Jasmine questioned him “No… she herself had shield her Dragon aura… because of it she can’t feel my presence, I will as invisible for her as she is for me unless and until she breaks her shield…” Draco replied

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

No one could do anything to them as long as they were not caught! The leader of the masked men shouted loudly and instructed, “Put this man who’s blocking our way down! Hurry up!” Would six of them not be able to defeat him? Unexpectedly, they really could not defeat him. Hunter did not even bat an eye as he put those men down in just a few moves. After that, he pulled off their belts and tied them up with those belts. The group of masked men fell to the ground and grimaced in pain. Monki stepped forward, tore off the masks from the men’s faces and then asked forcefully, “Speak up. Who sent you here?”

This mask must have some special features or functions. Nick chuckled and looked around. Then he picked up the mask and put it on. The crowd suddenly became restless, because Nick turned into a different person after he put the mask on. Nick took off the mask and said with a smile, "Everyone, this is a Yin and Yang Ghost Mask. I don't need to tell you what it can do, right? The reserve price is three thousand pieces of Fire Spinel, and the minimum bid increment is one hundred pieces of Fire Spinel."

"If I ever see you again, I will never have an unavailability for the week The door was forced open by those who kept me captive but their appearance was a new face which I haven't seen before. The appearance of such a person brought chills and cold fear into me. This new addition was wearing dark overall with a ninja themed mask with a cap to finish every detail he tries to create. "This is she, right?" The masked man asked as other men were listening attentively.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur