The Masked Villain Novels & Stories

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?

"Evander Valerius doesn't collect talent, Lisa. He collects trophies. He’s going to put you in a room where the walls are made of glass, and he’s going to wait for you to break so he can see how the light hits the pieces." "You don't know him and why should I trust you a man that hides behind a mask”I whisper, though my mind flashes back to the 'Caged Diamond' sketch. " I know the dark, Lisa. And he’s the blackest thing in this city." He grips my waist, his touch firm, possessive. "If he tries to lock the door, you use that blade. Do you hear me?" Before I can answer, he’s gone. The door clicks shut, and the silence that follows is heavier than the noise of his engine roaring away down the s

"I have a type of man, and I'm sorry, if you don't fit it, I'd rather die with my friends." "Of course you have a type and it's Elias here isn't it?," the masked said said, sounding bitter. We're four, my name is Lucian, there's Vulwin and Edyrm, so Mr Grumpy is Elias? I blew a raspberry, "Mr Grumpy here? Hell no." The masked man cocked his head. "You are going to kill us anyway, don't you? So we deserve to see the face of the one killing us, don't you think? Only cowards hide behind a mask." Vulwin spat.

His world had shrunk to the four walls of her domain and the sound of her voice. The night of the masquerade arrived. Julianna handed him his costume: a tailored black tuxedo. It felt alien against his skin, a costume in every sense. She herself was a vision of terrifying beauty. She wore a gown of deep crimson, the colour of fresh blood, and a silver mask that covered the upper half of her face, shaped like the elegant, spreading wings of a raven. She didn’t need a mask to be intimidating, but it made her look like a goddess of vengeance.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Her people found her disgusting because of her scar and would look away at her arrival and some would avoid her entirely but the one person who had kissed her and smiled at her even while looking into her eyes, not once paying attention to the mask on the one side of her face. How could she have let him break down her walls, Marshall had abducted her and locked her up in here. He probably glared at her when she wasn't looking and washed up after being with her. Yes, he probably believed she was ugly behind her mask after all she was not his mate but he held her close at night and whispered fake words of love to her, fooled her good and she fell so hard for it. Blinded her with false love and

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 .

“No Aileen, I was here. Always here, but you weren't able to reach me because of the barrier placed between the both of us. Back then, the reason I didn't want to tell you anything was because the masked man isn't your true enemy, it's someone else.” Her words left Aileen bewildered, “What do you mean by someone else?” “Aileen, the masked man, Vivian, they are all pawns in the game, there is someone who is really behind everything that is happening right now. They seek to cause disruption to the clans.” “But why? What would they gain from that apart from the loss of innocent lives?”

Andrea said with a smile as she nodded for the same reasons. She was grateful that he cared. The she remembered that whenever Edward her husband with the masquerade mask called her, it was to be as Dramatic as be could be. She remembered the other day when he called and suddenly showed up at work. She almost swore mentally at him. *What if my boss or the president had seen him?* She asked herself with a tinge of anger. *I would have been screwed up if the president saw him.* she thought as she remembered how swift and evil peoe said the president was.

He wore a long black robe, the hood drawn low over his face, a bone-white mask hiding his features. I stared at him, unmoving. Trying to act mysterious when you're just a villain that kills innocent people. It should be ashamed of himself with everything he's been doing but of course someone like him has no shame. He probably lost that a long time ago. “So,” I said slowly, my voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. “You’re the one everyone’s afraid of? You're the one who sent all packs into a frenzy?” He didn’t respond. What's with this reaction? Was he messing with me?