Sniper Mask X Kuon Novels & Stories

him gone, you have to know the truth. This army is prepared to defend the throne and ensure it remains in the hands of those who truly care for the pack, and we answer only to you." "Wait a minute, the strange masked men that have been appearing randomly whenever I need them..." She trailed off when she realized. "Yes, Your Highness. They were always there," he said, nodding. A man stepped out from behind the tent. It was the same man that had helped them back at Bluemoon. Unlike the other soldier's, he wasn't wearing the regular uniform. He was clothed in an all black outfit and a black mask, which was probably because it helped hm stay unnoticeable and even if anyone managed to notice him

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

However, the mask was not that ordinary. "This!" The girls and boys gawked. Of course, there are boys also. They didn't just talk. Because they liked him too! "All of the boys here are gays!" That was his thought when he came here. His mask was made simple but very high class! "Rich!!" The girls and the boys including the teacher called. "Haneng Exclusive Mask!" That mask came from his mall. The best mall in Korea! To be continued...

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.

Zane continues before ending the call. I ran to my bike, opened the compartment behind and put on the leather jacket I kept inside just in case. I took out my mask, which is enough to cover my mouth and one of my eyes, leaving a hole for me to look. I drew a mouth and other designs on it to make it look cool and it's safe to say that I'm proud of it. If you've ever watched Tokyo Ghoul, you might have an idea or two. It looks just like kaneki's, but mine is better.

In less than fourteen seconds she killed thirteen men without even her breath getting uneven. She was wearing a masquerade mask, black with silver intricate design on her dark head. Zion took out a similar mask and kept it on the table "She is the Kuznetsuv's secret weapon, their very own female terminator, only does lethal assassinations. These men in the video were men who were contract-killers and she killed them like one would slice a knife in butter." Daniel gulped down the century-old wine from the rim, looking at the woman in a black latex body-hugging attire, moving swiftly and fluently, with squinted eyes. She had deep curves in all the right places. A 100% babe.

"That's none of your concern, but I'll tell you anyway. He ruined my life and my home. Since Karma won't catch up to him, I'll treat him as poorly as he treated me. He'll beg for mercy until his last breath. It'll serve as a lesson to everyone—never mess with the wrong woman." "You didn't answer my question, so I won't answer yours. Besides, I don't know much about the dude, only that he always wears a cool mask divided into red and dark brown. There's an 'X' in a circle that looks like a ring of fire, and the color line forms a 'Y' above it. If you see that description, you've found him." "He doesn't use guns, only two Japanese long swords—Katanas. And don't even get me started on his suits

The moonlight dressed the land in a gleaming white layer. Within the silent gloom of Nova in Veil's armoury, Roy checked the straps of his black coat, tucked his gloves into place and lifted the collapsable mask from its stand. Black steel edges melding into a sleek, curved surface with that single ornate stone hanging from its left side. He didn’t put it on yet. Only held it. Looking at it. It meant something to him. The teardrop of the crimson jewel. Kieran finished buckling the straps of his combat harness, sliding his sword into place along his spine.

They took their position and hid in a blind point, as the enemies followed with their motorcycles. There are seven people in total, all wearing a special force mask. They had more advanced weaponry than Eka’s side, which left them on the disadvantageous side. As the enemies drew closer, Na Yeoul was the first to encounter one. The Korean man is fast on his feet, as he hits the man’s jaw with a clean hit.

Roonie returned his guns and drew out his sword-belt, placing it on BJ's neck. BJ went still immediately, not moving an inch for the fear of getting cut. "I told you I only wanna talk... aren't you Xavier's son?" He said through bloody teeth. "Who, pray tell are you?" Roonie replied, firmly holding the sword handle. "I'm Arrow, the silicone mask maker your father has been searching for....for two months now" BJ replied, trying not to even breath. "And?" Roonie replied expressionlessly.