Printable Darth Vader Mask Novels & Stories

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.”

“Dalton Alroy, can you see clearly what kind of mask this is?” Andraste Cheever, who had put on his mask, looked straight at Dalton and asked him with a smile. “It’s a modern variation of white Venetian mask representing the ambitious dictator—Julius Caesar.” Dalton Alroy barely hesitated before talking about the background story of this Venetian mask. That was right; the ambitious dictator of the generation, Julius Caesar, was represented by a white Venetian mask.

Over her natural hair, she had pinned an ash-blonde bob wig, the jagged, modern cut altering the very shape of her face. ​But it was the mask that transformed her into a legend. ​Fashioned from reinforced white ceramic, the mask was a haunting masterpiece. It was a fluid fusion of two apex predators: the cunning, pointed features of a fox blending into the ridged, majestic scales of a dragon. Most striking was the faint, rhythmic pulse of violet light emanating from the "scales," a soft glow that flickered in time with her heartbeat. It was the face of FoxDragon. ​Justice walked into the room, adjusting his tactical gear, and stopped so abruptly his heels skidded on the marble. His jaw dropp

Similarly, he wore a mask that was similar to the other Night Empire warriors with the only difference being the silver and purple detailing that signified his position. The face mask was a three-dimensional Dragon face made of light weight, highly impact resistant metal, black in colour with its features detailed in purple and silver, where the only exposed part was the eyes; the area of the mouth had a mechanical contraption that moved with the jaw movement and also allowed intake of food and drinks without having to be taken off. The other peculiarity of the mask was that it was fastened at the neck and could only be taken off by the fingerprint of the owner or his superior from the Night

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

I lowered the crowbar back to the floor and stood slowly from where I had been crouching in front of the Beetle. I watched his house to see if anyone else would be coming out, so far no one did. This was probably my only chance at getting back at the piece of shit. I pulled the zipper on my Darth Vader mask hoodie up to my neck and pulled the hoodie over my head but left my face bare. I didn't want to draw too much attention from any unsuspecting neighbours by using the mask, plus I hated the stupid eye holes that came with it.

Adrian slows down and pulls into a parking lot outside a nondescript building with a single, pulsing neon sign above the door: THE VAULT. Ryder parks two rows away, killing his lights. He watches as Adrian steps out of the car. But before Adrian walks toward the entrance, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a mask—a simple, black velvet domino that covers his eyes and the bridge of his nose. He ties it securely behind his head. Ryder’s brow furrows. What the fuck is this?

On my phone propped up on the pillow, the video call was active. The screen showed a dark room bathed in red light. Big Zaddy sat in a black leather chair, wearing a sleek black mask that covered the upper half of his face. Only his strong jaw, full lips, and that intense gaze were visible. The red glow made him look dangerous. Powerful. Untouchable.

He looked at the man in front of him carefully and then said, “Could it be that you...you are Lord Supreme Warrior?” “Haha!” Fane laughed, his palm flipped and a dragon-shaped mask appeared in his hand. After putting the mask on his face, only his left eye could be seen. The entire mask looked like an ancient dragon and it covered most of his face. “Lord... Lord Supreme Warrior!” Looking at the mask, Dennis’s voice trembled with fright. He thumped and knelt on the ground. “I should die. Please forgive me, Lord Supreme Warrior!”