The Masked Saiyan Novels & Stories

him gone, you have to know the truth. This army is prepared to defend the throne and ensure it remains in the hands of those who truly care for the pack, and we answer only to you." "Wait a minute, the strange masked men that have been appearing randomly whenever I need them..." She trailed off when she realized. "Yes, Your Highness. They were always there," he said, nodding. A man stepped out from behind the tent. It was the same man that had helped them back at Bluemoon. Unlike the other soldier's, he wasn't wearing the regular uniform. He was clothed in an all black outfit and a black mask, which was probably because it helped hm stay unnoticeable and even if anyone managed to notice him

Lex stared at the darkness in disbelief. . . . "like I said, " the masked man paused for effect, " I am god. " "With my power, I will change the world. I will purge the world of corruption, I will cleanse the world of the self-centered. I will create an utopia of perfection." . . Lex stared at this man, beads of sweat running through his temple. "And," he twirled the rose and moved closer to Lex, invading his personal space. "I will rule it." •••

he snarls, voice layered, distorted, “would be a great time.” “For what?!” I scream. Ezra’s eyes flash—not blue anymore, but something darker, deeper, like a storm rolling in behind them. He bares his teeth. And speaks a word that does not belong to any language I know. The air splits. Literally. The space beside Ezra fractures like glass, peeling back to reveal darkness beneath—and from it steps the masked man. Fully formed. Solid. Real. He moves in perfect synchronization with Ezra, like a reflection stepping out of a mirror. Same height. Same build. Same presence. The smooth black mask hides his face, but I feel his attention snap to me instantly.

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

We froze, startled, as the door shook again. "Occupied!" the masked man called out, his voice strong and commanding. The person on the other side of the door mumbled something and then walked away. We looked at each other and laughed, the tension broken. He kissed me again, and we continued to make out. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel his arousal growing. I reached down and stroked him through his pants, feeling him groan against my lips. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

Nothing is private anymore. In front of her was the man who asked for a hand in marriage to Duke Raziel. He had his usual blue tailored suit that hung his body perfectly. He had his mask on his face that covered his nose and lips, but his infamous red eyes were staring at her, his black hair shining as the sun glistened from the window. She couldn’t read his face as he remained stoic. He was always wearing a mask to cover part of his face for unknown reasons. They said it was because he hides his ugly scar somewhere on the cheek...that he was a beast and the strongest...Well...that’s what the rumors say about him.

Following the sound of fighting over there, Tyr went to the room as quickly as possible. Slaine had been seriously injured by the masked man at this point. A ray of light burst out of Olympias’ body just as the masked man aimed another palm attack in her direction. Her body was covered in golden scales, as if she was dressed in golden armor.

I asked, and he turned to glance briefly at me. “That won’t be a problem. We can just become like him,” he muttered, and I frowned, not sure what he meant. The door snapped open, and Lian walked in, carrying a heavy carton pressed against his chest. Everyone turned as he entered and dropped the box on the floor with a dull thud. He opened it and it was filled with numerous silicone masks. What the fuck! “Are we going to wear a silicone mask too?” someone asked, and I didn’t even bother to look up. I bent down and reached for one of the masks. It looked just like real human skin—so freakishly realistic it made my stomach twist.

Masaru’s distinctive voice roared, coming from the sky. We tilted our heads up and were stunned to see a pair of demonic figures in the sky, standing atop a small cloud. “We finally caught you, rat.” The gray-skinned one was Masaru, recognizing that gravel-gargling voice. He had a fierce face, sharp fangs, electrifying hair, and two horns. He wore a tattered dark-green skirt tied with a long red sash with a pair of massive Japanese drums hung on his waist and held a small mace in each hand.

Before I could sink into the abyss threatened to consume me, I heard a shrieking sound, the tight grip on my neck loosened and I fell straight to the ground, but before I could hit my body to the hard ground, someone caught me—Sean. “I got you.” He whispered into my ears, his arms wrapped around me protectively. I opened my eyes slowly, only to see a terrifying scene. A figure cloaked in sand-worn robes, with silver eyes visible through the carved bone mask attacked the Velquari, it hissed, rippling into its true form—towering, serpentine, its tendrils rising like spears. But the masked figure raised a hand. A pulse of lunar fire ignited in his palm, casting harsh white light across the dune