Crimson Chin Face Novels & Stories

Christine said. Azrael felt shivers running down her spine. But one question was still lingering in her mind despite of not taking in every realizations she just discovered. “Where-- how did you get this?” she asked. Christine looked at the Luna as if she asked the wrong question. Or as if the answer was already obvious. It was clear to see that she used her spells but the witch knew she had to explain. “The moment the Crimson Crest pack was attacked, I immediately thought of the Crescent Bow…” Christine started and mumbled a spell that made her look normal without the tiara and the princess dress.

There was no warmth in those exchanges, no sense of kinship, only the acknowledgment of shared obligation. In the bathroom’s stale light, I splashed cold water over my face, willing it to wash away the heaviness. The reflections staring back at me—tired, wary, yet stubbornly holding onto something that resembled hope—offered no comfort, but I refused to look away. I studied my deep brown and golden skin, the way my long, raven-colored curls framed my face, and the intensity of my dark brown eyes. There, in the glass, I noticed a single, slender silver streak woven through my hair, glinting under the harsh fluorescent glow. My eyes, too, seemed to play tricks; for a fleeting moment, I caught

Unknown to Fire Lord, a beautiful butterfly suddenly flashed out of the middle of Chen's forehead and flew around behind him silently. "It's called Crimson Face. It allows me to change my appearance once every day!" "I can't—" Fire Lord suddenly felt the squeeze turning tighter and he gasped for air, "Alright! I'll tell you!" "The first spirit skill allows me to place my appearance on someone else. The second skill reduces the pain of the disguise since my ability directly changes the structure of face!" Unknown to him, Chen's expression was already flat by this point. The fleeting butterfly had disappeared and he sighed softly, "Good enough. You can leave."

Now that I’m staring at his face, I examine every angle of him. He has freckles on his cheeks and a pointed nose. His black thick eyebrows are angled and his eyes are almond shape but when my eyes landed on his eyes, it is bloo-dy red which makes me confused. Is that a contact lens or not? When my eyes landed on his lips, I’m mentally shocked. Why? Because he has cupid’s bow lip shape that exceeds my expectation. He’s so handsome. His jawline is well-defined. What kind of technique he did to achieve this kind of face? But his skin color, it’s so pale.

But who would have thought that someone would hide the trick in his shrinking teeth skin? Uh, disgusting. Not long after Caspian finished speaking, he heard a sound above his head. When he looked up, he immediately saw that the blood-red moon had turned into Mr. Qin's face. At this moment, because of the enlarged size, the wrinkles and old spots on Mr. Qin’s old face suddenly became clearer and clearer. Even Caspian can see the yellow dirt on the opponent's teeth. It was so disgusting that it made people's scalps tingle.

It gave me a more lucid view of my look. However, I was startled and began to be fully awake when the image of myself suddenly became different. The face was the same as mine, but the appearance of this woman looked fierce and strong. Her hair was in a chignon style with blue and white highlights. Having tiny white crystals at the end of the eyelid's upper portion, these connected with aqua blue and white highlights. Those deep blue eyes shined like a pearl in the ocean. Her lips were in plain peach-skin in color.

He used a finger to lift my chin up, and gritting my teeth and concurred. "Why did you run?" his words came crashing into my ears like time bomb. His intimidating eyes won't let me speak and his domineering aura. Honestly, he is extremely handsome. Arch chin, grey sharp eyes, medium matte lips, arch eyebrows that had two lines on them. His beauty was indeed tempting. "I..." I struggled to speak and what I got was jab on my cheek. I screamed in pain supporting my cheek with my hand, blood slowly rolled down to my chin. My blood.

I said, my voice cold and detached, though it was far from how I felt. "You don't even know me!" she cried, desperation lacing her words. "How can you just… reject me like this?" "I'm protecting you," I bit out, my fists trembling. "And protecting everyone else." And that pain in her eyes cut, and I had to force my gaze away. I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out what I had brought with me. People gasped, staring aghast as I lifted the Scarlet Mark out, the brand of the Rejected.

Her dark hair was pulled into a tight braid, the scar slicing across her cheek giving her an edge of brutal beauty. Valerie lounged with her boots kicked up, blonde curls a stark contrast to the glint in her eyes. She twirled a knife in her fingers like it was a paintbrush. Jace was quiet, unreadable. He sat nearest the wall. Barely out of his teens, with his fingers dancing across a tablet, he was the hacker prodigy who could crumble governments from behind a screen. Damir sat beside Jace. The sniper. Icy blue eyes. A face like winter’s wrath. He didn’t speak.

My eyes widened further as I noticed a deep cut on his forehead, bleeding down the side of his face. His face, his complexion, is golden and tanned, almost as if he's been on a three-month holiday. My eyes widen like two saucers as I notice the structure of his sharp jawline. His eyes are large and the color of hazelnut, complete with a set of thick lashes. Even with the pain on his face, he's not a bad sight to look at.