Shin Masked Rider Novels & Stories

They took their position and hid in a blind point, as the enemies followed with their motorcycles. There are seven people in total, all wearing a special force mask. They had more advanced weaponry than Eka’s side, which left them on the disadvantageous side. As the enemies drew closer, Na Yeoul was the first to encounter one. The Korean man is fast on his feet, as he hits the man’s jaw with a clean hit.

Nothing is private anymore. In front of her was the man who asked for a hand in marriage to Duke Raziel. He had his usual blue tailored suit that hung his body perfectly. He had his mask on his face that covered his nose and lips, but his infamous red eyes were staring at her, his black hair shining as the sun glistened from the window. She couldn’t read his face as he remained stoic. He was always wearing a mask to cover part of his face for unknown reasons. They said it was because he hides his ugly scar somewhere on the cheek...that he was a beast and the strongest...Well...that’s what the rumors say about him.

Eventually, she walked nearer to the fallen rider, who still seemed racked with pain from his fall. The rider was donned in a dark, military outfit. His was covered in a shiny, silver armor from head to foot. He looked as if he had broken part of his leg from the predicament. As Shia crouched down to check his condition, she was surprised to discover that the rider was a fierce-looking, old man in his sixties. A scar ran right across the upper side of his right eyebrow. From the looks of it, he must either be from the Imperial Army or the Capitol. “Are you alright, sir?” Shia said.

he responded shortly as if he understood it completely. "And done, here." he gave Primo the camera when he's done setting it. Primo noticed the beautiful mask that he wore. It's a gold kitten mask with fangs on bothd sides downward and minni chains on both ears. It looks sa cool and fabulous and might be the only mask existing. "Are you ready?" Allen asked as Primo poisted himself and that's the queue for Allen to start the live. As soon as the live started, a lot of notification and comments flooded his computer. Every single person giving thousands of coins.

“That’s the only explanation I can give.” Soren nodded grimly at that. “Watch my back and yours.” he commanded, whipping out a sleek black gun from his pocket, firing point blank at one of the masked people point blank in the head. Kai was already weakened from fighting and his still healing injuries. Jin went down next with him. The moment seemed to have happened in slow motion. Jin had thrown himself in front of Kai, shielding him just as the mysterious man’s claws aiming to cut down Kai, slashed through the air. The impact sent him tumbling across the dirty ground wet with blood.

he finally said. The shadow clan always wears the traditional Shinobi Shōzoku because it merges with the shadow powers and remains invisible to the human eye. If a member of the shadow clan puts on something else, although they would remain unseen, the clothes would be visible. So, we went back to my cabin before heading to the station, and I put on my motorcycle leather suit and helmet. It was for the sheriff to be able to see me. The man in the trunk woke up and turned into a wolf before we got out of the cabin. I pulled out my blade, and Jacob stood ready for the attack. The wolf glowed at us, considering its next move. But someone shot a dart at it, and it fell.

Giving a short nod to Jace, Weylin proceeded towards the track. As he was getting ready, his eyes fell on a racer with a Yamaha YZF-R3. A small frown appeared on his face as he saw that the racer's figure was a bit different from the male, more like a feminine figure. That person was dressed in black attire with blue stripes drawn from the tip of the shoulder up to the wrists and the gloves covered their hands, covering every inch of their skin. They wore a helmet, making it impossible to see their face. Since the race was only limited to male racers, he brushed off the thought, focusing on the race.

The rider had no helmet on. Aside from the heavy-duty black power bike that announced his entry, he was suited up like a vigilante, with a grim mask covering his face, his unpacked long black hair dancing riotously in the wind. As far as organized crime in Empire City was at the tip of their fingers, this guy was a newbie; definitely not Khalid. Khalid's identity occupied a special spot on the walls of every law enforcement agency, locally and beyond. Yoshiro? Not quite. The Yakuza believed that a masked man was worse than a coward.

Alex stared at the masked man's right arm, where there was a tattoo in the shape of a wing, which looked very familiar. Combined with a recollection of the masked man's voice, Alex finally remembered that the masked man was Sukie Lane's boyfriend, Shane Locke! He could not understand why Shane wanted to kidnap him, but now was not the time to consider this. He only felt a raging fire from the evil side in him rose violently and kicked Shane to the ground.

What hell am I supposed to do now? He smiled, leaning against the wall. "Maybe the goddess likes you better this way." "Don't play games with me, Liam. Not today." He flung both arms out in front of him. "Okay, okay. Okay. Relax. Let me think." He paced back and forth across his messy cabin, muttering to himself. "We need something quick… straightforward. Maybe—" "Maybe what?" I prompted. "Maybe we cloak you." "Disguise?" I asked.