The Masked Saiyan Novels & Stories

Silver~ He was wearing a black and red crochet bunny mask with red horns and long flat ears. His black turtle neck shirt was tucked in black pants and matte black boots. And a black long coat hung lazily on his shoulders. When he spoke, his voice was slightly altered by the mask, but it unmistakably sounded like Daniel’s. Or could I be overthinking it? “And you are…?” Adrian asked, lifting a brow, clearly displeased with the interruption. The masked young man inclined his head slightly.

Then he was holding it, the mask the rest of the bat man mask like it was an old hood and tucking it into his belt and in a blink of his eye, he was approaching his face in the same instant. With a big kick using a technology stolen from Akropolis, and a fusion of other devices also stolen from Akropolis and taking advantage of the moment, the dark knight kicked Kurayami. Even though this new god who looked stupefied on his face and in his crotch and he saw an obscene tent between his legs. The new god was snarling, Tsuki Miki was getting a roar and the stunned sovereign letting go and breaking free and somersaulting away he let out a red powder that made him cough.

"What are those, master?" Chief Sakar asked towards the masked expert. He saw metallic braces same as what he noted on the silent companion of the boy. They were inside a magical sack that materialized with only a wave of a hand. This most probably came from a storage ring, he thought. "As I said, it is a gift from the master. You may address me as Mistress Ais. Get one and put it on your neck, mortals." The masked boy replied to the enquiry of Chief Sakar.

skill, his hands glowed with a powerful hue of bronze, signifying enhanced strength and striking capability. With swift and precise movements, Danial lunged towards the lackeys. The lackeys' faces were filled with fear as they saw the masked man rushing towards them. Abandoning their guns, they attempted to fight the masked man barehanded. The masked man, with each strike to the face, knocked everybody out one by one. His movements were a blur, a display of martial prowess that left the lackeys helpless in the face of overwhelming strength. The corridor, once echoing with gunfire, was now filled with the sounds of bodies hitting the ground.

“Do you have the name of this person? What does he look like?” He tried his best to answer, “I…don't really know. He has never shown his face. He wears a black mask and complete black clothes. That’s why we refer to him as black mask…other than that, I only know that he wants to create an artificial army of monsters.” “What for?” came Dominic’s question that had been lingering on everybody’s mind. “I don’t know that either…I am too low to know of such trivial things. However, he had taken a special interest in me because I was the only one to have sustained all the trials and tests conducted by his team.”

“No, it can’t be.” The self-centered guitarist felt a cold, crippling shock run down his spine after seeing the mysterious image. Taylor felt a similar dread. “I saw this image the first time I got Barracuda,” Taylor in awe. The image was a humanoid Kaiju covered in purple and black armor, but with the head of an octopus. “Is that --” “Mason Black,” Soundhound answered before Taylor could finish.

His eyes soften looked at his two precious people. But his eye immediately turned cold when he looked at the masked man. He was furious. "Let them go, they are innocent. I am here take me as hostess" Rean said in a deadly tone. The masked man laughed loudly. "You haven't changed at all. You are just like before, the superhero Rean, the lifesaver, just couldn't save your own brother" Rean eye glare at the man. "Leave them I will give you everything you wanted" "You are straightforward I like it. " The masked man signalled his man for something.

They weren’t children, they were forces of nature, unpredictable, untethered, yet aligned with Lyra’s will. And yet, something else rippled beneath the surface. Something that made Kael’s blood run cold. From the distant edge of the battlefield, the masked leader stepped forward, every movement deliberate, their presence radiating control and power. The mask was silver, polished to a sheen that reflected fire and frost alike, but Kael noticed the aura behind it: familiar. Unmistakable. “You’ve brought the Heart to life,” the masked figure said, voice calm, commanding. “And now, the world will witness what you truly are.”

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

By then, she remembered a scene from Azul's memory. He was facing some kind of war and he was the only one left alive. Through the mask that he is wearing, black flame fumes. It engulfs him and he shouted in agony as if it was his last cry. Then after a second, he fell in silence. Just when he was being attacked by some people who looks like the Light Oracles, Azul stood up and raised his hands. In a deep, scary voice, he ordered, "Rebirth." When Saiya's mind returned to the present, she was shocked by what's happening all around her; shadows from the dead villagers starts emerging.