Novel & Cerita The Man In The Iron Mask

His task was done, he knew better than to stay longer, not when these people gathered, not when secrets were being discussed. The door closed behind him and now only Calista and the masked figures remained. One man sat at the center of the table, unlike the others, his mask was silvernand nobody called him by his real name. Nobody even knew it, not openly and he folded his hands. “The spy failed.” Calista sat down. “He was weak.” The silver-masked man studied her. “You seem calm.” “I expected it.” One woman wearing a black mask leaned forward. “You expected him to die?”

A tall man walked in he wore long blue and silver robes, his face was covered by a smooth silver mask there was no mouth or nose, just two dark eye slits In his hands was a tray with hot soup and a glass of water. "You shouldn’t stand too fast, Lady Sarah," the man said. His voice was soft and metallic through the mask. "The sleeping drug was mild, but it makes you tired." Sarah didn’t touch the food, she stared at him "It you again?" Sarah said "Did Silas send you? Or did Christopher hire you?" The masked man put the tray on the table and stepped back, bowing slightly "I work for neither the Council nor Christopher," he said. "Silas is a fool who burns villages, christopher is a lost boy in

"You’re serious?” “You can only imagine.” She whispered. “What if your husband returns? He’s late, but he’s coming, isn't he?" "He won't be back for another hour," Elena breathed, her eyes locked on the dark fabric of his mask. "We have time. Keep the mask on. I don't want to see your face. I want the mask. I want the danger." "Listen, lady," the man growled, pulling his hand back. "This isn't what I do. It’s against my profession. I'm a thief, but I don't rape people. I have a code."

“So you just followed instructions blindly?” The man looked down. “…Yes.” Silence. Yvonne spoke again. “What about meetings?” The man answered, “ Just once.” Adrian asked, “So did you saw his face?” The man shook his head slowly. “No.” Marcus pressed, “Not even a side view?” The man replied, “He was masked.” Silence filled the room because that meant he stayed hidden completely. Yvonne’s voice stayed steady. “And you trusted him?” The man didn’t answer immediately. Then he said quietly,

Whispers followed them like a wake of bubbles. "Is that her?" "The Panni girl? I thought she was rotting in the mountains." "Who is the man? He moves like a king." Across the room, standing on the mezzanine, a figure watched them. It was a man in a simple, jet-black tuxedo, his face hidden behind a classic Venetian Volto mask—the kind that covered the entire face in a haunting, expressionless white. He didn't hold a drink. He didn't speak. He simply watched the silver dress move through the violet light.

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.

It’s empty with a metal chair in the center facing a large screen that’s hanging on the wall and there are no windows. “Strap her to the chair. Make it look like she’s about to have her brain fried,” the masked man instructs and some men enter the room immediately. They drag me to the chair and force me on it. “Who are you?” I ask the masked man as his men tie me up with cables. He whips his head towards me and stares at me. The only thing I can make out about him is that he has green eyes and raven hair. For some reason, those dark locks remind me of someone but I can't put my finger on it.

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.

"But even the strongest fortress has its vulnerabilities." Then, he did the unthinkable. He reached out. I felt his calloused fingers trace the delicate carvings of my mask—the bridge of the wolf’s nose, the curve of the jaw. My breath hitched, a tiny, traitorous sound escaping my lips. I should have struck him down. I should have used my father’s deadly gaze to end his heartbeat right there. But I stayed still. I let him touch the ivory that separated us. "You hide behind this mask," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive register, "but I believe there is a woman of immense beauty and passion beneath it. A woman who is worthy of being loved... worthy of being known."

He handed the remote to his trusted lackey. Danial met Victor's gaze with unwavering determination, his expression unreadable behind the mask that obscured his features. He stood tall and composed, a silent sentinel prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. "Only time will tell," the masked man replied cryptically, his voice tinged with an air of enigmatic confidence. His hands remained clasped behind his back, a subtle display of readiness and anticipation as he awaited the commencement of their duel.