Superhero Pj Masks Novels & Stories

Pockmark Mask now. ***

Shia recognized it as the half metal mask she saw inside his pouch when they were stuck in the cave the night before. “My father commissioned this mask for me, and as long as I wear it, I could control my power, and no one’s life will be put in danger. But it got broken a while back in the woods. I think I could still use it for a few minutes, but as soon as my eye turns red, it will mean danger to everyone else around me... except for you it seems.”

The man with a mask over his face. *

"Just briefly. And I need to find a mask to hide the bruise on my face." In the dressing room, she selected a more elaborate mask than before, one that would better conceal her bruise while still leaving her mouth and jawline exposed. The emerald and gold creation fastened securely, covering from her hairline to the middle of her cheekbones. It wouldn't hide everything, but combined with the dim lighting, it might be enough to avoid immediate questions.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

I’m exhausted, my body is wrecked, and yet I’m lying here sexting the mascot of our team. Barnabythebear: Mmm, I bet you do. I bet you look good in it, too. I let out a long, frustrated sigh, scrubbing a hand over my face. The stubble rasps against my palm. I’m losing this game. I’m playing defense, and he’s already skating circles around me. I drop the phone onto the duvet beside me. The screen glows up at the ceiling, illuminating the plaster with a cold, blue light. I close my eyes, but the words are burned into the back of my eyelids. I bet you look good in it, too.

Peter exclaimed in shock; an emotion shared by most of the audience and even Maggie who didn’t see this coming. “White Mask is a Predator!” Peter was stunned. And so was Maggie. The members of the audience were stunned as well. How was this possible? The Orange Team had more than two Predators? They thought that Black Hand being unable to compete was a good thing since they didn’t think there were any other Predators apart from Vital Orange left, but they were wrong! White Mask wasn’t a Thrasher. He was a Predator! And from his aura, he wasn’t any weaker than Black Saga. Where did the Orange Team get such a replacement from?!

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

He responded confidently, his infectious laugh echoing through the room. "Okay, I understand!" I said, making an expression as if I had just learned something valuable. “So this is how a superhero behaves!” I went to the window and, making a dramatic gesture, continued, “But for now, I'll have to use my invisible cloak. We can’t let anyone see us, right?” Ryan laughed heartily. “But you’re going to need a real uniform! And a mask too!” "Mask?" I asked, feigning surprise. “And what’s your superpower, Ryan? Are you, like, Super-Ryan?”