Superman With A Mask Novels & Stories

“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.

In this hot weather, wearing a mask outside—who else could it be but Christan? Every time he goes out, he has to be fully disguised. Otherwise, if fans recognize him in public, they’ll swarm him, and he won’t even be able to walk. Ah, occupational hazard—can’t shake it off even now. “Yes, Young Master, the man had a mask. He said he’s not the patient—there’s a young girl lying in the back seat of the van who is.”

However, he reached for her hand and smiled. "It was my fault I didn't see you coming down the steps," Jon said while standing up. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles before letting go. The nice thing about his masks was that they were made to blend into some of his natural facial features. He could smile, talk and kiss without anyone noticing anything was off. "You're not hurt, are you?" Krista asked, slightly blushing from the man's intense eyes. He was really attractive, and she couldn't help but wonder how he looked with his clothes off.

His calmness strung through his whole body steadily, and he even seemed intimidating with the white mask on. Austin smiled as he said, "Let's try again."

"I only meant to scare him a little." I walked over to the detonator and smashed it with my feet. "Park all the explosives," I directed my men, still feeling euphoric. "None will question your reign for hundreds of years," the mask said to me. "Now, thoughts like that will make a man lose his grip on sanity," I said as I raised the mask to my face. "Would you rather have me live past The Catalyst?" The mask stretched into a smile, making it look even more grotesque than before.

The battle against the mysterious foe was about to begin, and with the blend of science, secret powers, and unwavering determination, they stood a fighting chance. As the masked man paced the dimly lit room, his mind churned with dark thoughts and calculated schemes. He knew that Rudra, formidable as he was, would not shy away from using every tool at his disposal in this impending war. The mask man's gaze turned inward as he contemplated the depths of Rudra's power, a power that few knew existed.

The man who appeared at the entrance of the meeting room was dressed in a light-colored suit, tall and well-built, exuding an unmistakable air of elegance. His face, resembling Lucian's, was concealed by a mask, and his slightly long bangs covered his forehead, leaving only his eyes visible. Furthermore, he appeared alongside the representative of the client’s company, seemingly engaged in a pleasant conversation. Calista breathed a sigh of relief seeing him wear a face mask, fearing Henry couldn't handle the shock.

Marcel pretended as if he was thinking of what the child said and as if she was right and he rubbed his chin. “Right. Now that I think about it, I should have brought my superwoman along with me as two heads are better than one. But you see, you were asleep. I wanted you to tag along but you already slept off.” “Daddy should have woken me up.” “You’re right on this too. I really should have. Don't worry. From hence, I'm not going to do Superman duties without my superwoman, okay?” “En.” “You have to forgive Daddy, Sie Sie. Daddy meant none of that. Next time, Daddy will take you with him to save people, hmm?”

Or perhaps they were going to start afresh, whatever floated her boat, he thought with a private smile as he slipped his mask on and made his way through the masked people. He'd intentionally worn the same blue suit he'd worn last year accompanied by the same Batman mask. Hopefully, that would help to speed up the process. God, he couldn't wait to be alone with her tonight. Adam scanned the people around who were mingling amidst the tune of the piano playing softly from mystery places. Apparently, Rebecca had decided to change the category of the guests to cut across several people and not just business acquaintances.

All safe. Steve had promised nothing. Now, alone, the mask had slipped. After his bath, he pulled on a white robe only to take it off again. He sat in a chair, hands raking through his hair repeatedly as his mind spun without landing on any real plan. He picked up his phone and stared at a photo of Ken—one he had taken earlier that day. Ken was in a worn gray hoodie, laughing at something off-camera, messy dark hair falling into his eyes. The image brought a small smile to Steve’s face after a brutal day.