No Mask Invincible Novels & Stories

“I did. I do. But trust doesn’t mean blindness.” Alexander closed his eyes for a brief moment. This was it. He could hear Vincent again, that infuriatingly gentle certainty: The truth doesn’t protect you. It honors him. Alexander lifted his hand. The movement was slow, deliberate, as though his body needed time to catch up to the decision his mind had already made. His fingers brushed the edge of the mask, and the contact sent a sharp, unexpected tremor through him. The mask had been armor. Without it, there would be nothing between him and consequence.

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."

The pack view always give me some kind of relief as his pack was rated the best in their Kingdom. Tristan, his most loyal guard and also his right hand joined him on the rooftop and stood beside him. " Don't let the thought of your mate bother you your highness, I'm sure you will meet her when the moon goddess want" Tristan said "I'm not worried about when to meet her but I'm more worried about who she will be. Is she going to be a princess? Or she is gonna be a beta? Will she like me with this mask or will she reject me? I fear rejection more than anything as I don't wanna die as a lonely alpha. Mum said she will be the one to remove this mask, what if she is a witch? Or a vampire? How woul

Peter exclaimed in shock; an emotion shared by most of the audience and even Maggie who didn’t see this coming. “White Mask is a Predator!” Peter was stunned. And so was Maggie. The members of the audience were stunned as well. How was this possible? The Orange Team had more than two Predators? They thought that Black Hand being unable to compete was a good thing since they didn’t think there were any other Predators apart from Vital Orange left, but they were wrong! White Mask wasn’t a Thrasher. He was a Predator! And from his aura, he wasn’t any weaker than Black Saga. Where did the Orange Team get such a replacement from?!

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 .

“It’s a coincidence,” the man standing across from her said indifferently. He wore a black mask. Although it only showed his jaw and chin, he appeared cold and aloof. Those dark eyes did not hold any warmth in them either. Ivanka saw him and the people behind him put away their guns. “You think I’d believe that?” Ivanka scoffed at once. If he showed up alone and said it was a coincidence, she would have believed him. But this man brought his men and dealt with those who were trying to kill her. He was ruthless and decisive.

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ Silvio thrust a massive, daunting brown jacket towards me, along with a mask and a cap, his voice dripping with urgency, "Put these on." Without a moment's hesitation, I donned the jacket, hastily throwing it over my attire, while placing the cap on my head. I proceeded to conceal my face beneath a pitch-black mask, leaving only my eyes exposed to the world.

--- The sliding glass doors at the airport’s arrivals wing whispered open, letting in a brief gust of warm, stuffy air. The terminal was a hum of suitcase wheels, boarding calls, and scattered conversations. A few heads turned when Alexander Gracias stepped through. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a charcoal suit that looked like it had been made for him, he moved like a man who expected the world to make way—and usually, it did. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, but the firm set of his jaw spoke for him. Up ahead, Josiah Duggar spotted him. Early-to-mid thirties, trim build, hair neatly combed, Josiah looked every inch the professional. He threaded through the crowd and raised a small si

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"