No Mask Invincible Novels & Stories

"I was trained to save lives, one at a time. If I don’t do this, there won’t be any lives left to save." The blade struck the ocean. A roar louder than a thousand jet engines ripped through the air. Steam shot upward, blinding everyone. The ground shuddered so violently June dropped to her knees. "The mask! Give it to me!" she shouted through the mist. She reached out—her fingers brushed cold, mossy metal. But before she could grab it, a hand snatched it away. Marcus. The baker’s body was covered in black burns from the virus explosion, but he was still breathing. He clutched the mask tight to his chest, eyes wild.

I shouted so Alex would be able to pick my words out. "I didn't want to come here anyway." He mumbled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. We managed to get to the front after much pressure and pushing. There were two masked fighters, Park and another, but the best part was how they were shirtless. I would recognize my dear Park anywhere. It wasn't just because he seemed to always have a huge budge through his pants - no matter how free those pants were- it was just proof that he had a huge, 'little guy' down there, but his glorious ten pack abs always had me drooling in love. All of that glory had to belong to such a beautiful face. I could picture ocean blue eyes under that mask

It was a black tactical vest custom-made for an elite bodyguard, equipped with the most advanced protective systems. There was also a professionally crafted mask, lightweight but indestructible. I had originally planned to completely unshackle this beast, but the doctor was firmly against it. "Don't be fooled by his current obedience," he warned me. "If he loses control, he could snap your neck in a second." So, I had to settle for the most comfortable replacements I could find. I unlocked his cuffs myself, then I tore off the humiliating mask and threw them both in the trash. "Were you a punching bag or a deathmatch fighter in the ring?"

Everyone saw a man in the air with a silver mask whilst wielding a long red sword whom had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The masked man looked down at Santos while waiting for his answer. “Who are you?” Santos lifted his head to look at the masked man who appeared out of nowhere as he asked calmly. Even though he looked calm on the surface, a huge wave was crashing against his heart. ‘Who is this? When did he appear? ‘Why didn’t I notice?’ One had to know that Santos was a peak mid-Infinity Ranker, so how would he not notice if a stranger approached him out of nowhere?

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?”

Some of the other couples pointed at us and whispered. “Come here,” Atlas commanded and pulled me towards a door, once we entered there was a table with masks as well as a closet in the corner. I should have felt more nervous but there was something about being around Atlas that made me feel better. “I think this one would look gorgeous on you.” He explained and held up a red mask that matched my skirt. I grabbed it from him and went to secure it to my face as he filled me in. “This is an invite-only bar for powerful shifters.” Atlas went behind me to help me secure the mask but someone stopped him.

Rooted to the spot. My back still turned to her. Shit. I don’t have my mask.

I commanded. Two days and just shooting? I shook my head. She hurriedly ran inside the hideout. I wrapped around my hands a cotton strap. "Mamba hurry up!" I shouted. "Coming!" She shouted back while running back to me. She's holding a pair of red gloves and wearing a white sports bra and shorts. Her face was still covered by her mask. "Number one rule. No punches on the face. We don't want our masks off. Second, no hitting below the belt. We're only using hands here." I raised my hands and gestured for her to enter the ring.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” 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.”

" 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."