Sniper Mask Face Reveal Novels & Stories

He tossed a venomous glance at him. The masked figure slowly removed his hands from his garment and raised them in quick surrender. “Show yourself.” He hesitated. “Don’t test me,” came the lethal warning. The figure gave in to his request—took its hands to its cloak and pulled the hood back, then raised its hands a bit higher to its face to take the mask off. “Ah ah…” Derik cautioned with an arched eyebrow. “Do it slowly.” The figure placed its hands over the mask and slowly took it off, revealing the face of a young boy. Kevin’s brows lifted, not believing what he was seeing. Derik blinked in surprise at the sight of the little boy; it was a face he least expected.

Nezeira looked at them and said in an icy tone, “Are you guys done? Because if UV rays are something you thought you could use to subdue me because it's night-time, then I afraid it is not going to work.” Then she started to walk towards them. The two masked people started to retreat with the shorter one suddenly turning around and jumping off the window escaping, leaving his companion behind. The taller person, saw that their plan failed, and tried to flee but Nezeira, in lightning speed caught the person by the collar hoisted up and with one swift move snatched away the mask revealing a handsome face. She coldly stared at the dark brown eyes and spoke,

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

He slowly removed his hat, revealing a delicate face. Upon closer inspection, his eyes were stunningly clear, and he had long, black eyelashes. His eyebrows were perfectly shaped as well. However, the lower half of his face was covered by a mask, obscuring the rest of his features. “I'm just following orders. Please forgive me!” The speaker was Linus. His gaze was steady, and he had a weapon in hand. The slight smile on his lips suggested he had a purpose. Behind him was a well-trained squad of soldiers.

A few techs were stationed at the consoles, typing rapidly. These guys were higher rank to those outside. In this room I lined up former world most wanted hackers and tech geniuses from the top companies around the world. “Have you identified the shooter?” I asked, taking the seat beside Leo. The lead tech worker shook his head. “The shooter wore a full black tactical mask, sir. No visible face, no ID. We ran the footage through recognition software, but it came back clean.” “Play it.” He did. The video replayed in the highest possible definition.

⸻ Sienna frowned. “I already saw this.” ⸻ “Wait,” the technician said. ⸻ He rewound slightly. Paused. Zoomed. ⸻ The image sharpened as much as possible. ⸻ The masked man stood half-turned. His head angled slightly toward the camera. ⸻ The technician clicked again. ⸻ The frame froze. ⸻ Then— slowly— the image shifted. Enhanced. Brightened. ⸻ The mask no longer covered his entire face.

And from what Maeve had told me, discretion was not a problem with him. “Luna Elena,” the man said, his voice slightly muffled behind his mask—which depicted, I realized now that I was closer, the face of a red fox. “I never expected to see your pretty white face in a place like this. What’s a little snowbunny like you doing this far from the warren, hm?”

the boss shivered, pretending to be afraid. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Liam yelled, desperate to know the masked man's identity. "Calm down, Liam Scott. Why don't I reveal my face to you? After all, you're going to die soon," he said and removed his mask, revealing his face. Liam's eyes widened; the man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him. "Who are you?" Liam weakly asked, unable to recall him. "How about I refresh your memory," the boss chuckled, putting on big dorky glasses.

He muttered his hands slowly going for my mask. “Reveal the mask!!” Some people in the crowd exclaimed but I shaked my head negatively. “I am sorry.” He mouthed before slowly pulling the mask off my face. I could feel all the eyes in the room suddenly on me but this wasn’t what I wanted, Reuben finally took it off. “Naomi!!!!”

“Somewhere fantastic.” The road narrowed into an alley barely wide enough for the SUV. There were no pedestrians, there were no other cars, just high stone walls on both sides, and the smell of salt and rotting seaweed drifting through the vents. He slowed then stopped, the engine idled low and menacing. He shifted into park as he reached up and pulled the baseball cap off. My heart slammed so hard I thought it would crack a rib. He peeled away a thin hyper-realistic silicone mask the kind used in high-end espionage films. The face underneath was leaner than I remembered, scarred along the jaw, but unmistakable.