Shin Masked Rider Novels & Stories

] The masked guy standing beside the driver's side bends over and stares at me. “Tomassini,” I reply. “Sono qui per vedere Ricchar Falco.” [I'm here to see Ricchar Falco.] One of the masked men standing beside the Jeep talks to the guy questioning us, then steps forward, lowering his weapon slightly. His pace is relaxed. Almost lazy. This other guy is bald and dark-skinned, unlike most of his companions. But his eyes look younger. Despite the dimness, I inch closer to the window to get a better look at the black tattoo around his neck. It's oddly familiar. His accent, too.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

she descended the platform. The indicated packs’ main fighter, the substitutes and supports headed towards the ring. The main fighters were shirtless and wearing shorts and wristbands while substitutes wore transparent crop tops and loose pants along with their armbands. The supports wore white t-shirts and black joggers along with various coloured ribbons tied around their heads. Erion’s substitute fighter, a tall, slim and dark-skinned man with dyed golden, braided hair, was the first to go up.

Looking at the skeleton riding on the war horse, Yang Yunchen and the other two were surprised, and their expressions gradually became serious. "It seems that this guy is not as easy to deal with as he looks!" "Swoosh!" At the same time, a lightning-like figure quickly rushed into the ruins. This man was wearing a long black robe and a white mask on his face. He looked very evil, but his appearance could not be seen clearly. At the most critical moment, this guy's speed was simply too fast. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the skeleton. "Who is he?"

Syncere said as he picked up speed with Shawn right behind him. “Hey you take the black ninja out and I will deal with the white ninja! I want to find out who the fuck is under that white mask. She almost got my dad killed, so she is mine to deal with.” Shawn said as he dipped down and picked up more speed. He was going to find out who the fuck it was under that fucking mask. He thought, as the white ninja looked back at them heading their way. She ran up a tree, with her ninja right behind her to cover her from being shot at, but all she could think about was not letting Shawn or Syncere get close enough to take her mask off.

The figure gradually materialized, clad in desert attire, their face hidden beneath goggles and a scarf. As the dirt bike drew nearer, the rider skillfully navigated the uneven terrain, eventually coming to a stop a short distance from Lin and Hunter. The engine's growl diminished, leaving behind an uneasy silence. The mysterious rider removed their goggles, revealing a face marked by determination. "Lin, Hunter, I've been tracking your journey," the rider spoke, their voice tinged with urgency.

“He’s riding an Anomaly.” ***** That was a close one, the masked man thought. He adjusted his position on the back of the Anomaly that was currently under his control. It was like a very big dragonfly, but with a poisonous stinger at the end of its tail and had fur instead of scales. The fur was unexpectedly soft and made riding it quite comfortable. The masked man thought he would have enjoyed this ride better if he wasn’t hurting so much.

Riona flinched, moving her face away. "Who is that?" She asked, her voice hoarse from staying long without water. Her tense body relaxed in the slightest when her mask was left intact. The mask that had defined her whole life as the masked luna. It was no praise but a curse to hunt her ever since the accident when her dad died, she had been living with a scarred face that made people murmur and question her capability as a luna. She has had to wear the mask since the doctors said she would have to live with a ruined face but the wound healed within the month she got it leaving no trace of its existence. Who cares?

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

"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.