Shin Masked Rider Novels & Stories

He scratched his clean cut black hair and snorted, making Black and Flute look at him. "Mga 'tol, can you at least explain everything in the simplest way a noob can understand? Don't you feel pity to Yuri?" he asked, shooting Yuri a sideway glance who glared at him. He faked a cough. Grabe! He's just trying to make them laugh, you know! But no one did! How cruel they were to Mijo. Black smiled again. "We will be the members of The Masked. Just like the wizards in my story and the Four Horsemen, we will be doing something entertaining using our abilities to grab attention."

The riders were coming, and she had no idea who they were or what they wanted, but she could feel the tension in the air—thick with danger. The riders appeared over the ridge, their forms silhouetted against the rising moon. There were four of them, each on horseback, their cloaks billowing in the wind. Their faces were obscured by masks, but there was something in the way they moved, something familiar about them. "The Lunar Sentinels," Caelum muttered under his breath, his voice tight with anger.

The man with a mask over his face. *

He crawled backward, using a nearby tree for support, and positioned himself to observe the scene unfolding before him. His gaze fell upon the trafficker, who was now at the mercy of a masked figure. The figure stood over the trafficker, a glinting knife raised high. For a fleeting moment, the masked man's eyes met Asher's, as if issuing a warning. Then, with a swift motion, the figure plunged the knife into the trafficker's chest, the blade sinking deep into his flesh.

The car beeps softly, unlocking. Just as John had described him, dressed in all black complete with a face mask and baseball cap, he is completely hidden behind the thick black dressing. “There he is,” Marsh mutters, eyes narrowing, focusing on his every move. The man slides into the driver’s seat, adjusts the mirror, then sits still for a moment. He exhales. A visible sigh fogs the inside of the windshield briefly. Then, with a brief pause… he reaches up. And removes the mask. Marsh’s hand flies to the keyboard. He slams the space bar and the footage freezes mid frame. The screen blurs for a split second before adjusting and clarifying.

Chen and Ah Yin silently sat next to each other in the carriage. Right now, their appearance was quite different. Aside from the Vajra Gauntlets, Chen continued to wear his Starry Black Majestic Battle Robes. What different was his mask. Unlike the full face mask that he took from Ah Yin previously, Chen wore a dull black masquerade mask. Meanwhile, Ah Yin didn't cover her face at all.

The pack view always give me some kind of relief as his pack was rated the best in their Kingdom. Tristan, his most loyal guard and also his right hand joined him on the rooftop and stood beside him. " Don't let the thought of your mate bother you your highness, I'm sure you will meet her when the moon goddess want" Tristan said "I'm not worried about when to meet her but I'm more worried about who she will be. Is she going to be a princess? Or she is gonna be a beta? Will she like me with this mask or will she reject me? I fear rejection more than anything as I don't wanna die as a lonely alpha. Mum said she will be the one to remove this mask, what if she is a witch? Or a vampire? How woul

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

These bastards are not going to live to give their bosses any feedback. I look out the window and see the first rider. I slow the car down as soon as he catches up and when he moves in front of me, I half-empty the gun on him. He falls to the ground and rolls multiple times because of the speed. “What is happening now?" Carter asks again “I took out one and there is another left." I look ahead and I see a group of people, masked like these, waiting. “I think there is a whole boy band and their crew members waiting."

I shouted so Alex would be able to pick my words out. "I didn't want to come here anyway." He mumbled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. We managed to get to the front after much pressure and pushing. There were two masked fighters, Park and another, but the best part was how they were shirtless. I would recognize my dear Park anywhere. It wasn't just because he seemed to always have a huge budge through his pants - no matter how free those pants were- it was just proof that he had a huge, 'little guy' down there, but his glorious ten pack abs always had me drooling in love. All of that glory had to belong to such a beautiful face. I could picture ocean blue eyes under that mask