Sniper Mask And Kuon Novels & Stories

I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be. Their guards scrambled, trying to stop me. I narrowed my eyes before bringing my Kitsune mask to my face. Fear clouded their features at the sight of my mask. They knew what it meant. This wasn’t me, Hatake Yūri, heir of the clan, coming after their boss and second. No, this was Kitsune, a blood-thirsty fox spirit. “Stand down or perish.” I warned, unsheathing my blade ready.

"That's Khleassandra. She is the Long Range Shooter of the family. What she used was an M16 Rifle also known as an AR-15." My eyes widened as I caught my rest. I didn't understand what he was saying because my life was more important to me. "I don't want to! Please! I don't want to play with you guys!" I struggled as I said that. "Let me go! Please!" Before I could fully recover, the tangerine on my shoulder was suddenly destroyed. The juice splashed on my face. I felt and heard something close to my ear. "And that is Allison. She is our Sniper. She used a Remington M24 SWS."

"I've got a few more things I think you'll love. Come, take a look!" As Keagan approached the lively kiosk, he was determined to strike up a friendship with the shopkeeper. He longed for someone with a familiar face amidst the masked squadmates he had encountered since his arrival. It often felt like conversing with mannequins, devoid of genuine connection. Settling into a seat inside the shop, Keagan engaged in a spirited conversation with the shopkeeper, who couldn't resist teasing him about his recent triumph.

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

A sharp edge in his tone, “A Luna should be strong in every aspect, if you cannot defend yourself then how do you expect us to believe your words.” Two men approached, dressed in all-black and blending into the night. A mask covers the lower half of their face, a tray in hand with semi-automatics lined in a row. Although I could tell there was something different about them, firstly their size increased and upon marvelling the piece, I realized there was no magazine. “For the purpose of this round, you are given a different weapon in order to hit your target.” Bullets won’t work, which means this could be an energy burst charged by crystals built into the weapon.

"We need to remain the 'Hidden Faces.' The myth is more effective than the celebrity." The team adopted the "Masked Protocol." When operating under the LNI banner, they wore tactical gear reinforced with Aether-dampening mesh and high-impact masks that obscured their identities while projecting the LNI emblem. They were to be seen as a force of nature - faceless, efficient, and undeniable.

The man sneered, before signaling his men to make way. They all wore masks to cover their faces precisely because they feared the influence and power of the Hunts. Though it was a shame that they did not obtain the Energy Nurturing Pills, the man obtained the Pure Energy Pills and there was no point for him in killing Quinton as he wished to avoid being targeted by the Hunts. "Don’t think you've won just yet! The Hunts won't forget what you did today. Once I find out who you are, we'll make you pay for this!" Quinton said coldly.

Yves clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, "Those fuckers! I'm going to kill them this time." Xavy was in a serious mode while looking at the TV that was access to the surveillance camera outside. They all wore black outfit, and they all wearing black mask to hide their faces and they are all holding some grenades, guns and bullet. Xavy could also pinpoint were the sniper were hiding, he was trying his best to analyze the situation that could benefit his parents. Xavy saw some hand gestures on the man who was wearing a small black earphone, he could see were the man was looking clearly. He did his best to pinpoint the snipers location.

Standing over them, blocking the only other exit, was a lone figure Elena didn't recognize, tall and lean, wearing the same dark, unmarked gear she remembered from Kael's own uniform at the trial by combat. "Another one," Kael said grimly, positioning himself immediately between the stranger and the terrified children. "Hale's insurance policy, in case the front assault failed." The masked stranger said nothing, only raised a small device Elena recognized instantly with a fresh surge of horror, the same kind of silver modified weapon the hunting pack had used against her on the ridge weeks ago, built specifically to smother a Crimson Moon wolf's connection to their own power. "Get the childr

He pulled his secure comm pad from his wrist guard and punched in Freda’s emergency code. The Jimenez heir accepted the transmission immediately, logging a set of coordinates for a neutral lounge in the lower commercial district before severing the link. Ronan donned a heavy combat mask to conceal his rank and navigated his interceptor to the designated sector. Freda was already stationed in a secure booth, her frame wrapped in a soft, light-toned silk tunic, her hair pinned back with delicate silver combs that completely contradicted her usual combat profile.