Novel & Cerita The Man In The Iron Mask

Seeing that he could not even self-destruct in front of Andrius, the masked man began to panic, his voice tinged with fear. “Nothing.” Andrius suddenly smiled at him, revealing his pearly whites, which made the masked man even more anxious. “I just have a few questions. Tell me what the Immortal Palace is and what treasures it holds.” At those words, the masked man mocked, “What makes you think I’ll tell you?” “Tsk...” Andrius did not waste time and took out two silver needles, inserting them into the man’s body. “Heh, do you think this will make me submit?”

Tinsely shouted once more as they opened the door, and the man dragged her out roughly. "You better keep shut!" The man barked at her, he was now wearing a black mask on his face. "Who are you?" Tinsely asked as the man started to pull her towards the obsoleted house. The man stopped on his track, snapped his masked face at her, and growled. "You don't need to know about me, darling. What you should concern about is what I'm about to do to you." He snarled viciously, and a cold chill ran down Tinsely's spine.

Then just suddenly the door opens, revealing a man wearing a proper suit and tie with a mask on to cover half his face, only revealing his mouth. What happened came back to her like a montage, making her heart race, her vision clear, and saw Ellisa also tied to something. They have been kidnap and their driver is dead. "Good morning, sweetheart." The man pulled a chair, screeching the floor made her scrunch up her face. It only made the man lift a corner of his mouth. "Don't worry, I don't hurt women unless they are feisty ones who don't know how to listen carefully."

Stanley then glanced at the blood on the floor and said in a cold tone. “Do you really think you can oppressed me just like this?” He said as he slowly look up at the masked man. He coldly look at the man’s face and sneered. “I already told you I don’t know anything. If you still insist on torturing then be it.” The masked man paused his hand as he suddenly shook on his feet. This guy! His eyes were glazed with crimson! He hesitated for a bit as he look at those eyes. After a few seconds, he eventually take off his mask as the same face of the Duke Hassan was revealed in front of him.

He said it with an endearment that Alina welcome. " Just who are you?" The man remove his mask and revealed the right side of his face burned beyond recognition.Alina controlled her grimaced at the sight. So that's the reason why he used the mask she thought he was hiding his identity, just like the masked woman. "Don't be embarrassed in showing your reaction as this hideous face is revealed to you. I wear the masked to protect the person looking at it rather that protect myself from instilling fear." The man said. But Alina's gaze was focus on the unburned side of the face she had memorize especially the undeniable detail of the heart shaped mole above his dimple.

--- 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.

The man in the mask moved forward slowly and deliberately. A cold gleam obscured his face as the moonlight bounced off his mask. Daemon tensed his muscles. And said Sharply. “ Who are you?” he inquired. The man in the mask laughed. “A friend or an enemy. Depends on how you cooperate.” Despite his smoothness, there was a hint of coldness in his voice. It was like a dagger concealed under silk and Fea could sense it. Daemon moved slightly in front of Fea protectively. “We don't want trouble.”

The silver wrapping instantly disintegrated, falling away to the floor in a heap of noise. Standing revealed inside the massive clear box was a man. He was wearing a tight black outfit, complete with a tiny tie and shiny boots. He was also wearing a black mask that covered the top half of his face. The room erupted in whistles and cheers from my friends. I blinked, trying to clear my hazy vision. Even through the darkness of the room and the alcohol affecting my senses, the man’s aura looked strangely familiar. He stepped out of the broken box, slowly, his eyes locked on mine.

Caroline/ Evelyn’s POV: The man wore a suit made of the finest threads money could buy. His figure was large and imposing, and there was something so familiar about it. Though he wore a full black mask that obscured his features, he couldn’t hide the innate aristocratic aura he held. Held tightly in his hand was a glass of wine. From the way his fingers strained around the bowl of the glass, I was surprised that it hadn’t shattered from the stress. His entire presence filled me with unease that I couldn’t quite place. Why did he seem so familiar?

he mused aloud, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that echoed in the chamber. The informant, sensing the mask man's satisfaction, dared to speak. "What do you plan to do, sir?" The mask man's eyes gleamed with a predatory glint. "We must stay ahead of him. Information is power, and now we possess valuable insights into Rudra's arsenal." He stood up abruptly, his cloak swirling around him like a sinister shroud. "Bring me one of those coins," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. The informant nodded, his pulse quickening with a mixture of fear and excitement. He knew the significance of the mask man's request. The coins held secrets, and possessing one would give the mask man a tangibl