Uta Tokyo Ghoul Masks Novels & Stories

A mask should be worn. Blood Moon grabbed a black fox mask that covers her eyes and nose, and only her red lips are visible. She walked outside the room and met her idiotic partner in crime. "Hello, Shadow," she greeted with a bit of hesitance. "Looking great, Keisha," he greeted with a playful flirt and she closed her eyes in frustration. "Do not-- Do not call me by my name," she irritatedly commanded. "I didn't know you were coming with me," she murmured with gritted teeth. Guessing from the way he dressed, she concluded that he'll be accompanying her.

The man with a mask over his face. *

The pursuer ran away and left her on the floor losing her blood. In her wound, black liquid explodes followed by a worm bursting out of her stabbed area. The worm crawls to her face leaving acid trails that melts her flesh. It spews out acid mixed with soot particles. It melts her face and her muscles in the face start to show. Her skull was covered with black spots and strings of muscles. The worm ate her left eye and forced itself into her sphenoid bone. ........ Present-day. I was staring at the row of seniors entering the gym carrying red velvet suitcases. Their faces are covered by white cloth and a mask. The mask has outlandish features. Each faces has red dots on the cheeks and black

She wore a crown of flowers on her head. “The Scarlett Army, I presume?” Phulu said without much emotion in his words. Phulu was a man with a large mask that covered his face and torso. He did not wear much clothing and his tanned skin was bare. His muscles were visibly contracting every now and then as he moved. His body was also covered in tattoos. His mask appeared expressionless but it was because it’s eyes were sharp and brows were slightly furrowed, giving a serious feeling when looking at it. There was also a crown drawn on the top side of the mask. His hair was black and was tied back as a bun.

Embarrassed, Yoshitaka instead doubled down, "Ms. Fox, Mr. Wade—don't worry. Tokyo is my turf, and no one gets to misbehave here!" But even as he finished speaking, someone yelled from the backstage entrance, "Kill them all! Leave none alive!" Even as Yoshitaka turned in shock, he found the dozenish armor-clad figures storming inside, their faces covered in masks, and each of them carrying katanas! The samurai masks were utterly horrific, each being sculpted into the faces of demons, their eyes glaring and glowering furiously while their fangs protruded from their jaws—the very sight of them intimidating.

Just stay with me and I would be alright. "Welcome back Master Yulian! And to your lovely guest!" welcomed the attendant on the big oak door. I couldn't make out the guy's features; his face was covered with a rather colorful Arlechinno—depicting a very happy clown. It matches his buoyant personality; he was almost bouncing on his feet at our sight. "Here is your mask, as you requested." He handed Yulian a black Pantalone. "I made it myself!" he exclaimed clapping both hands together. Yulian reached for the birdlike mask, "Thank you, Marcel, are they all here?" he asked wearing the ornament over his head.

RODWARTEM “What?” surprised, I asked Guenzo as I did not hear what he said. Guenzo sighed. “I said the Queen is looking at you but you are not reacting. Hayys, where did your mind wandered just now?” “Damn,” I cursed as I averted my gaze toward the Queen who was as usual was wearing her ivory mask, who was indeed looking at me. A smile started to form my lips as I bowed with gallantness. In my mind, I was wondering what kind of a face the Queen had inside that ivory mask. Although I was sure she was beautiful. Her lips alone that was uncovered was already that inviting.

Hatred, anger, disgust… doesn’t compare to the unexplainable look he wore on his face every time our eyes locked. 2 years later… 2013. PAST. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. 2 years later, A-Jun began to wear an actual mask, which was the mask that carried the face of something I feared the most. Koh, the face stealer. That centipede-like spirit from Avatar: The Last Airbender can rip a face right off anyone who shows emotion while he’s looking, leaving victims in a creepy limbo state.

Ruby, upon hearing my voice, looked up from the policewoman's arms, her eyes swimming in tears. Her look was a tangled mess of emotions: fear, shame, but above all, a desperate hope, like she was clinging to a lifeline, and a barely perceptible flicker... A silent question, checking if I was sticking to the plan. Choking back sobs, she reached for me. "Honey... honey..." I moved quickly, brushing past Seth's scorching stare, and wrapped Ruby in my arms, shielding her from the prying lenses with my back, a fortress of protection.

-Miyuki said to herself, staring at the gray pavement. - Would you really be so sad?- she heard a familiar voice suddenly, slightly out of breath, so stopped right away and turned to see Aoi Takashima standing behind her, gasping for breath. - Were you running here?- Miyuki asked in surprise, looking at him. He was still dressed all in black, in jeans and a hoodie, but this time his blouse had a drawing of a skull entwined with roses. The black mask on his face was now pulled down over his chin. It was also noticeable that his eyes were not underlined with black eyeliner, which made her see his face completely without makeup for the first time.