Under Kakashi's Mask Novels & Stories

The man with a mask over his face. *

. He fought to free himself, but couldn't do anything. That masked man smashed him on the ground again and again. Tsashi felt like every bone of his body was broken. He was shedding blood all around. "Time to go, he'll be here soon," muttered the masked man before he tossed Tsashi in the air. Before Tsashi could fall to the ground, a voice came. It was the assassin's voice. "Roaring Tiger Fist." A fist landed on Tsashi's chest, making him fly off like a broken kite smashing on tree after tree, before finally landing on the ground. His pulse and breathing had stopped. The assassin checked his body before smiling. "Mission accomplished," The assassin muttered, but suddenly his face ch

This was a command, the style clipped. He jerked his head up, mutely affirming her question, then turned to face her. My heart lurched as he lifted his hand and pulled down the black mask; moonlight dimly lit the contours of his jaw and dark hair from a window. But it was the face from which my very breath escaped. He stepped aside to reveal Kiara. There was no mistaking that smirk on her face: cruel, familiar, a knife cutting through the haze of my fear.

Zane continues before ending the call. I ran to my bike, opened the compartment behind and put on the leather jacket I kept inside just in case. I took out my mask, which is enough to cover my mouth and one of my eyes, leaving a hole for me to look. I drew a mouth and other designs on it to make it look cool and it's safe to say that I'm proud of it. If you've ever watched Tokyo Ghoul, you might have an idea or two. It looks just like kaneki's, but mine is better.

At the center, the mask man sat in a high-backed chair, his fingers steepled as he watched them with a calm, almost amused expression. The mask man leaned back in his chair, a cold smile playing on his lips as he watched the monitors. Despite the sound of battle fading and the footsteps approaching, he remained calm. He knew his plan had failed, but he was already thinking ahead, plotting his next move. Defeating Rudra and his team now was impossible, but there would be other opportunities. For now, escape was his priority.

The glass cup slipped from my hands and shattered on the ground, the shards flying about in different directions. My heart raced and I palmed my lips in horror. "Oh my. I'm so sorry," I gasped, lifting my face to peer at his face and blood drained from my body. He wore a dark plastic mask that only revealed his dark orbs but kept the rest of his face concealed. My eyes did a scan on his black outfit made up of a well-tailored suit and a pair of black boots that did nothing to hide how huge and intimidating he was. Dressing formally wasn't for a man like him.

The pack view always give me some kind of relief as his pack was rated the best in their Kingdom. Tristan, his most loyal guard and also his right hand joined him on the rooftop and stood beside him. " Don't let the thought of your mate bother you your highness, I'm sure you will meet her when the moon goddess want" Tristan said "I'm not worried about when to meet her but I'm more worried about who she will be. Is she going to be a princess? Or she is gonna be a beta? Will she like me with this mask or will she reject me? I fear rejection more than anything as I don't wanna die as a lonely alpha. Mum said she will be the one to remove this mask, what if she is a witch? Or a vampire? How woul

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

She breathed heavily as they both sweat heavily. Keisha grabbed his mask and pulled it out of his face, making him let go of the gun. He grabbed her hand and pulled it to make the mask cover his face. Her brows raised, realizing she can take this to her advantage. She leaned forward and bit his hand. "Fuck!" he screamed before his grip loosened on her hand but she let go of his mask.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."