The Mask Vs Deadpool Novels & Stories

"Uh, yeah, about that—I'm kinda allergic to blood." She blinked. "What?" "Yeah. I pass out when I even glance at it." She scanned my profile , releasing a breath. "Why isn’t it stated here ." "Gotta have been a mistake. My mom mustn't've said it." She glared at me but finally waved me away. "Tomorrow. Fine." "Thanks, nice lady," I said, backing up in case she changed her mind. Bag check next. The guard there looked at me suspiciously. "Strip."

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

“That’s kind of the point of tonight, isn’t it?” Before I could move, he spoke. “Why do you wear the mask?” My hand lifted on instinct to the said mask, brushing its edge. “What?” He leaned back slightly, eyes locked on me. He knew I’d heard him. I let out a laugh that sounded so fake the second it left my mouth. “I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of mystery?” I shrugged trying to sell it. “Isn’t that the appeal?” He didn’t answer. Just hummed. Quiet. Dangerous. Probably filing my answer somewhere I couldn’t reach.

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.

The feeling that was there, glaringly obvious at how my whole body relaxed into his and as the fight left my body it shook, only seemed to be held together by him. - Can you guess who the masked man was? What's going to happen? Share your thoughts! A. Gupta

The surging true vitality condensed into a fist and heavily struck the man’s dantian. “Ugh, I... I won’t accept this...” With his dantian destroyed, the masked man’s true vitality seeped out, and he fell to the ground. Swoosh... Then, Andrius held his fingers together, and with a slashing motion, he chopped the man’s head off. The masked man died on the spot. “That was quick.” Andrius glanced at the back of the mountain outside his window and silently merged into the shadows. The next moment, in Yvie’s room.

He confusely stares at the man. "Its a healing water. I supposed you needed it, that's why I brought it with me." The man said stared at him too meaningfully. "No need to thank me. Just rest. An hour is enough for you to regain your strength." *a year later* "Ahhhh.." shouted of the men who's body parts mutilated brutally. The mask man, cutting its enemies like a piece of paper using his swords. His whole body soaked with so much blood of his kills. His eyes that was evident in his mask were blank and lifeless. The aura he emitted was terrible yet magnificent. Hundreds of enemies laid lifeless beneath his feet while he stood above it. His stares reached a far, the wind blew as the atmosphere

Inside, in the cabin, it was choking and tense as Rachel and Vanessa stood in front of the old wooden mirror, with their reflections staring back—two women on the brink of something dangerous, irreversible. Vanessa was the first to move, reaching for the black leather mask lying on the table. The mask was simple in its effectiveness: sleek, featureless, and only serving to obscure identity without drawing attention. Her hands were steady as she fitted it, pulling the straps tight behind her head. The mask covered her eyes, leaving only her mouth exposed, but it was enough. It made her feel powerful, detached, as if she were someone else entirely, someone capable of doing anything.

He landed between Dominic and the masked man, his combat knife glinting in the moonlight. "You're late, brother," Killian spat, his gaze flickering to me for a split second—a look of such intense, terrifying longing it made me shiver. "I told you... I’m the one who collects the debt." Three monsters. One room. And I was the only thing standing between them and the secret that could topple the world. I reached for the laptop, but the masked man kicked it across the floor. "Enough!" the masked man shouted, ripping off his mask.

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"