The Masked Saiyan 소설 & 이야기

Wilhelm said to the masked man. The masked men left after accepting the order. Soon, someone showed up at the entrance to the stadium. He had a long mustache and was wearing occultist garb. His footsteps were light as air, and it almost looked like he was floating. The man was old but had a youthful face and the bearing of an otherworldly being. He was clearly a master martial artist. “Greetings, Mr. Moreno,” everyone except Dustin said when the man walked in. Even the Martial Saints did not dare to show the slightest hint of disrespect.

His torso was covered by a lightweight combat tunic that did little to conceal the powerful muscles of his shoulders. I frowned. There was something strangely familiar about him, like a shadow I couldn't quite grasp. Kallie remained silent, showing no sign of recognition. To both of us, Santino Alexios was simply another ambitious Alpha seeking the Crown. The masked man's glamour spell was flawless, concealing his divine essence beneath the appearance of pure Lycan masculinity.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

"He shot you." "He did." He nodded. "And it hurts like hell." "You're not bleeding." She looked at his chest again. "You're supposed to be dead." "I told you sweetheart, it's you and me.. forever." He cupped her face. "Nothing is taking you away from me ever again." Tears streamed down Saira's cheeks. "You're not dying?" "Definitely not." He chuckled and winced. "Uriel Yamaguchi knew what he was doing when he made this mask for me."

she shouted. Sakura watched as a beautifully designed mask of white, pink, and gold with cherry blossom flowers appeared before her. Then a makeup artist arranged it on her face so that it sat comfortably on her. A moment later, they moved back and Sakura blinked. The shape of the mask was like that of the Phantom of the Opera with one fourth of her face covered. She couldn’t recognize herself. She wasn’t Sakura anymore. Akira chuckled. “Amazing, yes?” Sakura nodded, at a loss for words.

Mia stammered. Instead of an answer, a sudden crash of thunder split the sky. Lightning flashed, and for a brief second she caught a clear glimpse of him. He was wearing something over his face, like the protective masks welders used to shield themselves from flying sparks. His entire outfit was black, and in his hands he carried a massive weapon… the kind you only ever saw in movies. He definitely wasn’t Axel. "Come with me," the mechanical voice said, "if you don’t want things to end badly."

As though some instinct told them what was going to happen, even the Nightclaw warriors appeared uneasy. At first, the masked figure remained silent. He simply gave me a silently intense look, as though he was assessing my readiness for what was behind the gleaming exterior. "It won't be that easy anyway, but I will onmy obey because it is coming from the Lunar Queen." He chuckled. Then he reached up and **removed the mask** with slow, deliberate movements. The entire world lurched. My body locked in place, and my breath caught. No. No, this isn't possible.

But now, he had to hold on tightly to his identity as a mask man so that the other side could be afraid of him and protect his life. "You're so confident." Samuel shook his head speechlessly. The heavenly fire and the moon wheel in his hand are gently activated. Because he did not use his full power, his left hand was only a bit red and his right hand only had some blue light. When Zhang Xiangbei saw the red and blue light, his face turned completely pale. Just now, the figure was so fast that he didn't feel that Samuel was now red and blue in front of him. Wasn't it exactly the same as the masked man in the legend of Azure Dragon City when he killed all the people?

I'd do anything, that is, if she agrees to listen to whatever I have in my mind. I sighed and my head fell on the couch as I closed my eyes. I pressed my eyes gently to mask away the Chaos dancing in my life. If only I was capable to erasing it with little effort and ease? "Miss me already, baby doll?" I heard a quirky voice which made me frown. But it soon changed into a smooth knit and a smile spread across my lips. Brett is exactly what I need right now.

whispered that raspy voice again and Sienna closed her eyes, not wanting to face him. He grabbed her face in a tight grip, thumb and fingers digging into her soft skin. “Open your eyes.” Sienna’s eyes shot open come face to face with man wearing some ugly mask with skull painted on it. The masked figure wore a pair of navy-blue mechanic overalls, which stained with oil and grease. His dark eyes pierced into her so she averted her gaze quickly.