Sniper Mask X Kuon Novels & Stories

They are known as the Crazy Bastard Squad. Panther, the top assassin in Asia, owns that squad. Intel says they have advanced technology and are not working with the Dragon Empire or EPUA. But Klaus wasn't happy with that little information; he wanted to know more about the woman in the squad. "Why are they wearing fancy masks?" "It indicates their names, sire. I heard that they trade their real names for animal names." "Except for the woman in the purple outfit?" he asked, looking at the video again to see how the woman tried to save Victor.

Kiera’s breath shattered. No — not shattered. Stopped. Ronan’s body snapped into a defensive stance so fast the air cracked. “Put the weapon down,” he growled. The masked figure didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink. Kai whispered, “That’s not a Hunter.” Ronan’s claws slid out, slicing the air with a soft metallic whisper. “Who sent you?” The figure tilted its head. Then spoke. Not aloud. Not in any voice that belonged in the world.

Kara pushed Andre further, picked the gun up and wiped the blood that tainted her torn lip. “Go ahead and call your fellow corrupt officers on us, ” Maria spat, “eres todo lo Mismo (you're all the same) you're all the same.” “No, we are not, ” Kara tossed the gun back to her, “I had to make it look convincing else they would have spotted it,” she picked a mug and tossed it at Maria, who dodged on seeing the mug travel through the air. “I’m taking, you believe us?” Andre asked.

The Armament testing range hummed with the sharp crack of gunfire, the air thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and metal. Ronan stood at the firing line, ear protection muffling the world to a dull roar, safety goggles shielding his eyes from the flash and debris. His broad shoulders tensed under the black tactical vest, tattoos peeking from the collar as he sighted down the barrel of a sleek prototype assault rifle. The weapon was a beast, compact, lethal, designed for his company's black-market clients who demanded precision in chaos.

She breathed heavily as they both sweat heavily. Keisha grabbed his mask and pulled it out of his face, making him let go of the gun. He grabbed her hand and pulled it to make the mask cover his face. Her brows raised, realizing she can take this to her advantage. She leaned forward and bit his hand. "Fuck!" he screamed before his grip loosened on her hand but she let go of his mask.

Usually, a sniper was paired with a spotter, yet this particular sniper was alone, taking up both roles. The sniper was either extremely arrogant or had absolute confidence in his skills. Judging from how the shots were fired, Kaze believed the sniper was the latter. “Huh? Interesting.” The sniper muttered in the quiet room and the voice that came from the black robe was of a woman. She then removed her hood and mask, revealing a common-looking face. If she were to walk on the street and blend in with the crowd, she could practically go unnoticed. Yet she looked surprised. She noticed Kaze’s movements and she knew what he was planning to do.

Razion pointed at the open gates, littered with the bodies of inexperienced X'arik Guards. "How funny, they were called the 'elite' but they decorated the mortuary with their own uniforms." Keron muttered as he drew his Tritonite hunting blade: a short curved scimitar called 'nevok'. He charged at the Dusk Riders, followed by his subordinates, and engaged the thick crowd.

"Just… go get me my favorite breakfast. I'll be downstairs in a bit." She smiled wearily at me again. "Okay. Take your time." After she'd left, I limped into the kitchen mirror. Same brown eyes. Same long black hair. Same bloody curves. "Still the same old Selene," I said to myself, exhaling. "Oh goddess do something." I opened my closet and started stuffing my backpack with nothing but tomboy attire. Hoodies. Loose shirts. Loose jeans. If I was going to pull this off, I had to look like a boy. I could just get the rest from Liam anyways.

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

He wore a black mask but it has a white scratch-like scar on the right eye. Tumingin ulit ako sa mensahe ni Hellios. [Be wary if one of them wears a mixed up mask. They might cause a lot of trouble.] Tumingin ako kay Knythe. ‘Looks like that opponent is really strong.’ Saad ko sa aking isip. Nanlaki ang mata ko nang may nagbato ng patalim sa lalaking nasa gitna. The guy easily dodged it. Sabay-sabay kaming lumingon sa likod at nakita si Shun. He approached us.