Superman With A Mask Novels & Stories

Hearing this, James felt more at ease. Just as Richard said, these people couldn't give up the money. James turned around and glanced at the man. The man was dressed like a deliveryman and wore a cap, and he also wore the hood on his hoodie. He wore a mask on his face. The mask should be specially made, and only his eyes and nostrils could be seen. His mouth was covered, and this was why he spoke in a muffled voice. "Don't look at me! Hurry up! Or I'll shoot you!"

In an ordinary room, barely furnished and decorated, sat a handsome figure. Flowing golden hair in thick locks cascaded over his shoulders yet not a single strand of hair fell over his forehead and was neatly combed back. His skin healthy and a set of glittering yellow eyes could enchant any bystander. Half of his handsome face, the right portion, was covered with a mask. The mask itself was quite a delicate accessory made of white and gold that seemed to match the man's aesthetics.

he heard her clearly but his brain could only accept a piece of possible information deemed by him. “He was your father?” he gulped before the words choked him harder than they already did. “Doesn’t matter now, he killed my Mama, so he must pay,” she said coldly, rising from the floor. Andre followed soon. “Good, then let us make him pay,” he said, firmly as his thoughts to expose the masquerade hiding in the mask of the honourable detective. ****

A weapon we can decide to use against each other. There was a firm knock on the door. Sandy opened it, and the man stepped inside. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was tall and muscular, wearing only a pair of loose black gym shorts that hung low on his hips. His chest was broad, covered in hard muscle that caught the dim light of the room. He wore a thick black mask that hid his eyes and nose, leaving only his mouth and a rough, stubbled chin visible. I caught my breath. He looked like a beast.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

I was stunned. The man in front of me wore a mask that covered half of his face. His golden eyes sparkled like stars in the darkness. His eyes were dark and cold. Although half of his face was obscured by a silver mask, the other half was as perfect as a picture of Vincent van Gogh's starry night sky.

A majestic and ruthless cold aura exudes from him, giving one the urge to subconsciously bow to him. On the man’s face was a sleek and metallic cold, black mask that had intricate, sharp, fierce yet minimalistic designs that made it seem as if it wanted to come alive. The mask's eye cutouts are sharp, revealing the man's piercing, deep, and frigid blue eyes. The mask edges were sharp and precise, enhancing the man's intimidation, majesty, coldness, and ruthlessness.

, at that moment the grandfather intervened and told Long Chen to prepare. "I'm ready to go", as soon as he said that, Long Chen used [Creation Art] and [Supreme Smith] to create a golden mask that had the effect of no one being able to see his face, and then put it on. "Chen'er, why are you wearing a mask?", asked Long Jianchen, confused, since his son is even a little more handsome than him, there is no need to wear a mask.

As soon as the man turned, YangYang frozen in her spot and her legs weakened her own mouth betrayed her. ..... Other side of the world, a man with a mask in a black hoodie with 'D' printed on it's back, most of his face was not visible to expect of his hazel brown eyes, he got down from the car. Every bodyguard and higher ups stood at the entrance to greet him.

The other familiar face simply wore a face mask and is carrying a backpack. “Hi, Ninong!” He exclaims, waving over to them.