The Man In The Iron Mask Novel Novels & Stories

The air was damp, and the walls were lined with rusting bars. A shadow emerged from the corner. The man wore a mask, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “Welcome,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. My heart raced. It was obviously Diego. “Diego,” I hissed. “Why the mask? Afraid to show your face?” The man chuckled and yanked on my chains, pulling me closer. I spit in his face, “Coward!.” He wiped his cheek and smirked. “Ficy I see,” he remarked before turning to leave.

I can't even look at it all at once. Fresh oysters on ice with lemon wedges. Bite-sized lobster tails dipped in warm butter, there's so many. It looks expensive. It smells expensive. My stomach growls louder this time. A man in a perfectly suited black outfit stands in the corner. He has long hair that touches his shoulders. I remember that long hair from last night, he was the masked man that wrapped the cloth over my nose. “Good morning, ma'am,” he says politely. My lips can't form any words. Not when the same man who helped kidnap me is greeting me like I'm his madam.

The masked man wet his lips "You can't catch triplicate without me and I won't help you catch him until you give me back my freedom" "That's not possible" "The day I leave here Hans dies,think about it" "You can't use Hans to save yourself" "I used you to get out of my tomb,I can use Hans to get out of my grave"Isabelle smile,the other warily look at her. "Isabelle"The masked man raise a brow at the intrusion his eyes on the intruder as he walks to the terrace "Isabelle"Gary point at his watch when she look at him,she nod wanly.

He felt that nobody would sacrifice themselves for someone else. Although he disagreed, the masked man didn't dare to argue. A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. The masked man instantly went into a state of alert. He approached, asked for the password, and then opened the door. Two figures in black slowly entered, respectfully standing before the man hidden in the shadows. "Sir, the car is ready." "Okay, let's go." Catherine kept a close eye on the shadows, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man's face. However, these individuals were too cautious. The man hidden in the shadows not only wore a mask but also a large black robe that completely concealed his figure.

Inside that locked chamber, Elizabeth sat unmoving, tied to a steel chair in the center of the room, dimly lit by a single overhead bulb that flickered every few seconds. Her face was pale. Her lips, dry and trembling. Dried tears crusted her lashes. She hadn’t spoken in hours. Because she was no longer afraid. She was numb. The door at the far end of the room creaked open, the heavy sound of boots thudding slowly against concrete. Not rushed. Not nervous. Each step deliberate—like a man approaching something he already owned. The masked man. He stepped forward out of the shadow. His tall frame covered in all black, from the turtleneck to his gloves. But the most haunting thing of all was th

--- Outside, unseen in the ruins, a shadow lingered. The masked man leaned against the iron gates, smoke curling from the cigarette between his lips. He watched the Moretti estate with eyes that glittered like knives. “Sleep well, brother,” he whispered into the dark. “When the mask falls, you’ll wish the fire had finished you.” And with that, he vanished into the night.

Cold and harmful. But why him? I don’t want to agree with the little voice in my head whispering thoughts. Phrases I forbid. Remarks explaining the reason I'm standing before this man. What arrangement did my so-called mate make with his evil brother? I’ve never offended Alpha Vladimir. Why is he punishing me so hard? “He is your buyer. Your new Master,” the masked man responds tenderly as if listening to my thoughts, confirming the whispers of the tiny voice. He undoes his mask, revealing his short, stylish brown hair and fitted, pointed nose with perfect lips.

So, he came to his room, lay on the bed and just closed his eyes trying to fall asleep. Ives was now alone sitting in the dark place. He looked around. It was only darkness everywhere. It felt like there was no end to this darkness. He tried to move around but he felt his legs were shackled with thick iron chains. He was struggling to break free but it didn't work. He was starting to feel panic alone in this dark room. It triggered his worst memories but what memories. Suddenly, a light came from afar with a shadow of a person. He could not see who that was. As that person came near, he recognised that face. Yes, it was that man with a mask. The man slowly removed his mask and looked at him

Colin took the iron mask and said with pleasure, "This is my most satisfying work. I've given it a charming name, the Beauty Mask. Wear it and you'll become the most beautiful woman in the world." He threw the iron mask into the blazing furnace. When it turned red, he used tongs to take it out. The woman, terrified, backed away. "Come on. I can't wait to see what kind of beauty you'll become," Colin said as he approached closer. "I'm so eager to see it!" After that, Colin covered the woman's face with the red burning mask. The woman let out a piercing scream. The iron mask emitted a cloud of white smoke. The air filled with a burnt smell.

Because while they celebrate, I pack. Two changes of clothes, documents and cash I’ve stolen from my father’s accounts over the years. More than enough to erase myself. I was giddy. All I need now are my books and one last visit to the only room that ever felt safe in the entire mansion. The library is dim when I slip inside and I startle when I hear his voice. I pause, hidden between the shelves, and listening despite myself. The masked man is speaking low, and frustrated. “If I cut them off completely, the ports shut down and the suppliers panic.