No Mask Invincible Novels & Stories

"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?"

A weapon we can decide to use against each other. There was a firm knock on the door. Sandy opened it, and the man stepped inside. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was tall and muscular, wearing only a pair of loose black gym shorts that hung low on his hips. His chest was broad, covered in hard muscle that caught the dim light of the room. He wore a thick black mask that hid his eyes and nose, leaving only his mouth and a rough, stubbled chin visible. I caught my breath. He looked like a beast.

He looked at the woman up and down and asked, "Why are you dressed like this, and why don't you want to remove your mask? Didn't you hear my friend just now?" "Bro, let me help you remove her mask. Looks like she has a hearing problem." Marcus said as he stood up. Dominic looked at him, but he did not stop him. He only waved his hand in boredom. He should be at home cuddling his wife's soft body, but now... The woman closed her eyes, ready for the humiliation. Marcus yanked the mask off her face, and the moment her face was revealed in front of him, he was so stunned that he fell on his butt.

He proceeded to explain, "This is for you." For a second, my thoughts seemed to slow down. I hoped I had misheard him. “Everyone kept staring at me because of the mask. You should put one on, too, so I’m not the only one standing out. They might think we’re cosplaying,” he continued. I was taken aback. The Alpha King isn’t heartless. He’s insane! “What are you waiting for? Take this,” Nox urged, holding out the mask. Reluctantly, I took the mask. But before putting it on, I glanced over at Beta Dominic.

“Go on.” The red-masked man slightly waved his hand and said, “It’s time for you to act. After you snatch the dragon’s blood from the Blood Race, you’ll be immortal. Then, you can also find out the whereabouts of the dragon. You’ll be invincible, and the whole world will tremble under your feet. When that time comes, even I won’t be your match.” “Understood.” Sky turned and left. After Sky left, the masked man revealed his face.

The normally impenetrable mask shattered like glass under the onslaught of my powerful blow, revealing nothing beneath - faceless. He crumbled to his knees, an ethereal apparition, his countenance veiled in every darkness. As he fell limp to the floor, I felt a fleeting sensation of victory, realizing the key to our liberation – the masks. "It's the mask." I breathed. "Their weakness is in their mask." then I strode toward the second man in front of Simon. With renewed vigor, my friends and I lashed at the remaining assailants, aiming for their cursed masks. Each strike of my claws shattered them into oblivion, releasing the men beneath from their silent torment.

Not this time. And before I could lose it, he spoke. “What does he want now?” Adrien’s voice wasn’t steady, but he was still standing. I almost cried. The man in front of us had his face completely covered by a black mask. He didn’t even flinch. Even with Adrien in front of me like a human shield, I could feel the man’s eyes on me. “He wants his reputation back,” the masked guy said coldly. “Everything returned to how it was.”

No masks. Just me and all my failures laid bare.

Then, he handed him a mask. His dilemma was solved when Ortega gave him the mask. He wore it and looked in the mirror to check his appearance. With the ninja mask on, it was only his eyes that remained visible and it would be hard for anyone to recognize him. “This is ridiculous! How could they let us in when it’s too hard to recognize us while wearing the mask?” “Don’t worry about it. Paloma has it covered already,” Ortega answered and reminded him of the password. Marcus recalled that at the bottom of the invitation card that Paloma emailed to him, there was a note that looked like a slogan. He thought it was just an added detail. “Ah, the password.” He answered, then he drove towards the