The Man Behind The Mask Book Novels & Stories

I was awash with regret, wondering why I had lied to him over the phone that I was in Poland when I was in New York City. The van’s door opened and right inside the car, Le Mort sat inside with a wine glass in his hands, and next to him was an ashtray. Now, he had a black mask over his face as he fixed his gaze on me. Despite the mask over his face, there was something that struck me about his manic eyes and the terrific aura that swirled around him. I wanted to see his face. I wanted to see the man behind the mask who saved me and at the same time, could be the one who would cause my ruin in the end.

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

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 suffer everyday and i cannot sleep every night i regret the day i stabbed the heart of my friend i regret even been a hero, what kind of hero i am , all this began when the masked man come and joined us it was our fault that we accepted him and now we pay > In the other pages she recounted the story of how they were in a bad situation and the red dragon come and saved them and he is the one who won the war, she said : < we don't remember when he become with us and how he become a member of our group all we know the he have a tattoo in his hand a serpent he was the one who pushed us to enter the war he was very close to human and dwarf heroes, the demon hero VLAD never trusted this masked

The boys exchanged nervous glances, and then quickly dispersed, disappearing into the crowd. The man turned to Sarah, his gaze piercing. And then he walks away, leaving her confused. Sarah stood there, frozen in confusion, as the man with the mask walked away without another word. She tried to process what had just happened, but her mind was a jumble of questions. Who was this mysterious man? Why did he keep saving her? And why did he wear a mask to conceal his identity? ******************************

Before Elaine could finish her sentence a man with his face entirely covered in a black mask slowly approached us. I pulled Elaine behind me before anything bad happened. "If you are Judas, stay right there!" I exclaimed. Luckily, the man in the black mask heard my furious remarks as he stopped lifting his foot five meters away from us. He then turned his head sideways as though he was scanning the entire place, thinking we brought someone with us. It means to me that he was indeed Judas. But what's with the mask? And why was not saying a word? "Always stay behind me, Elaine," I replied with part conviction and worrisome, especially when I sensed something was off in the meet-up. Something w

I replied, "It's okay if you don't want to be a part of the revenge, but nothing in this world is stopping me." A moment of silence ensured and then he spoke. "That man who wants to help you," he paused and added, "It's the mask man you've been following around right?" "I wasn't following him around, he offered to help when you watched them throw me out of the house." "I know I've done terrible things to you, Annabel but please stay away from that man. You have no idea who he is." "He has a scar," I told him, "That's why he wears a mask. He isn't hiding his identity on purpose."

I don’t remember offending anyone. “Hands up, motherfu*ker! It’s game over.” I slowly pushed my computer away and secretly pushed a button under my keyboard. I slowly turned my body to face him. He was masked and heavily covered in fabric to conceal his identity. “Who are you, and who sent you?” “You think I am dumb enough to answer your question?” the masked man asked. Figures. But it would be enough time to buy me some time.

The man ordered. " And Klaus, don't come back if you don't find her." The man warned. With a bow, Klaus left the róom. His sister, Lena, who had been silent all the time walked towards the masked man, slowly massaging his shoulders. " Luther, do you suspect that the two people are one and the same person?" Lena asked and the masked man nodded. " There's no other explanation as to why she could get her hands on that book unless the two are related." The man agreed.

His forehead on our hands and my hand on his head and the bond full and warm between us and the sun moving across the steps. When he lifted his head his eyes were red and wet and clear and the gold was soft and Ruin was settled and he looked at me and I looked at him and the silence between us was clean and open and still in a way it had never been before. I reached behind me and pulled the mask out of my pack and held it in my hands. The leather was worn and cracked and the ash binding was fading and the smoke was thin and old. "This mask saved my life," I said. "The Masked Demon. The woman who walked into plague camps and pulled rogues out of caves and slept in the dirt and never cried."