Shin Masked Rider Novels & Stories

“The usual,” Julia said with a knowing smile. “That tall biker guy is back. Only he gets our girls this excited.” My stomach did a little flip. “Who?” “You know exactly who — the mysterious one who makes all the young girls drool over him. The biker one… the tallest one.” She was trying really hard to describe him. Right. The masked customer. No one had ever seen his face because he always kept his black helmet on, visor down.

As long as he stayed inside, he wouldn't be harmed—that was what the masked man had told him. When the door opened, Ronin put down the game controller and turned to look. To alleviate his boredom, the masked man had arranged a gaming console for him. It didn't have internet access, but playing some single-player games was still possible. Seeing the masked man, Ronin seemed excited. He dropped the game controller and rushed toward the masked man. "Hey, you're here! Did you bring me anything good? Any tasty treats?" The masked man was consistently puzzled by Ronin's reactions. Ronin's behavior didn't match that of a person held captive. He seemed to be on vacation, incredibly relaxed. For thos

I flash Enzo a bewildered smile, before telling him I'll catch up with him later as my impatient mate hauls me off around campus to where only he knows. We pass a group of students, some doing a double take of him as he walks uninterested in the scenery around him. Rider is decked in a grey sleeveless shirt that portrays his strong toned arms, while the other half of him is clad in dark jeans with matching sneakers. His hair is cropped and faded, face cleanly shaved and when I lean in closer to take a whiff of him, my smile spreads wider. Rider makes a sharp turn at the end of the wall, throwing us into darkness as he braces me against the rough panel.

. He fought to free himself, but couldn't do anything. That masked man smashed him on the ground again and again. Tsashi felt like every bone of his body was broken. He was shedding blood all around. "Time to go, he'll be here soon," muttered the masked man before he tossed Tsashi in the air. Before Tsashi could fall to the ground, a voice came. It was the assassin's voice. "Roaring Tiger Fist." A fist landed on Tsashi's chest, making him fly off like a broken kite smashing on tree after tree, before finally landing on the ground. His pulse and breathing had stopped. The assassin checked his body before smiling. "Mission accomplished," The assassin muttered, but suddenly his face ch

If I didn’t know any better, Liam kept them because they were the best at it. But who am I to judge? We all have our shadows. They had their own morals to abide with, and I had mine. It just so happened that this time, we were on the same side. “Enough,” I ordered, and the masked man stepped back. Here, we used no names. They were different, and so they wore masks, each custom-designed to their liking. This one wore a metal mask with a line of chains from where the cheeks ought to be. It had holes for his eyes, ashen gray – his wolf was in control.

"Who are you?" Shadow asked as he coughed loudly. The footsteps got closer until they stopped in front of him. He looked up and saw the man wearing a mask and wearing all white clothing, slightly visible inside the room because of the light coming inside the door. Daimon grabbed his chin and scanned his face from left to right. "You look familiar…" he murmured before getting closer to Shadow's fucked up face. "You do too." Shadow spat out blood as he coldly stared at him, realizing who he was. The assassin who attacked Keisha who wore white clothes to stain himself with the blood of the people he killed was standing in front of Shadow now.

Wood shatters. “Ezra!” I cry. The masked man slips away like smoke, evading every blow, every strike. He moves wrong—too fluid, too silent, too aware of Ezra’s next move even before Ezra makes it. Ezra slams his fist into the floor where the masked man’s head was a moment ago, cracking the tile. My stomach flips. No human moves like that—not Ezra, not the masked man. Ezra’s chest heaves, muscles taut, veins standing out beneath his skin.

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

He blinked rapidly, trying to adjust. Before him stood a man—a shadowy figure wearing a mask that obscured his face completely. The mask was expressionless, cold, almost inhuman. The air around him felt heavy, charged with menace. Without a word, the masked man stepped forward and struck. A harsh punch landed squarely on Julian’s jaw, sending a sharp shock of pain rippling through his face. His head snapped sideways, teeth grinding painfully. Julian gritted his teeth, swallowing the scream that threatened to escape. The pain was raw, burning deep into his skin and bone. The masked man’s fist came again, faster this time—a relentless barrage of blows that hammered into Julian’s ribs, stomach,

"Shit!" Cooper cursed under his breath, pulling out a baseball bat from his motorcycle and hurling it at the man. Jade instinctively shielded her head with her arms, bracing herself for the impending blow. Surprisingly, all she heard was a dull thud. The masked man was struck by the baseball bat. Before he could even scream, a blur of motion sent him flying with a powerful kick. Then, with another leap, a few punches brought down the other masked man.