Enderman Face Novels & Stories

Nevaeh, now back on her feet, looked at me with an air of meekness and gently spoke, "Mag, please apologize to everyone. Don't make Dad any angrier. Ignoring her, I picked up a nearby wine glass, swirling its contents as I asked, "Dad, I'll ask you one last time. "Are you certain that your biological daughter, the sole heiress of the Saccone family, is Nevaeh and not me?" My persistence drew mocking laughter from the crowd. Right then, Don puffed out his chest and replied firmly, "Of course! How could I possibly mistake my own daughter?" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the fac

he repeats, stretching his hand out to me, but I don’t take it. “No. Who are you and what do you want from me? Why do you keep invading my sleep and terrorizing me? Can you just leave me alone?” Silence. Then his voice breaks out into a wild deep howling laughter. “Fine,” he says and begins to expose himself better for me to see. He steps out, and the red moon clearly exposes his face. That is when I see it. The face behind the figure who has been terrorizing me. It’s…it’s Eldan.

Because this is the second time he has shown his face without a mask in front of me. "Not really," answered Daran casually. "I can change the shape of my face to anything and anyone. Coincidentally, you keep looking at me with this face when I take off the mask." "Is it true?" I narrowed my eyes in disbelief. So, is Daran's natural face hideous? Without realizing it, I was still gripping Daran's hand and restraining him from wearing a mask. In seconds, Daran's face suddenly changed into that of an old man with a long white beard on his chin.

Rhyder was a Verdi-bearded Vampire with high-arched brows over his monolid brown eyes, which were the same color of his short spiky hair. He stood just as tall as Colt when he came forward and stooped to peer at the dour face of Damien. The latter could not help but feel irritated now at the other man’s attitude towards him. He could not understand why he seemed to despise him so much when they were just barely meeting.

The old woman's eyes were red, seemingly devoid of sanity, and a dark pattern adorned her cheeks. Jenny widened her eyes in astonishment as she witnessed the ugly demon suddenly lunge at old Kay, devouring the deer he brought. Still unsatisfied, old Kay rolled up his animal skin sleeve, revealing a scar-covered arm, and placed it against the demon's lips, saying, "Eat it."

Everything was still the same, but bigger. The person next to me cleared his throat to get my attention. But as I turned to see. My face was filled with horror, and I saw this thing fear. In the image that greeted me, I could see myself dying of a heart attack. It isn't something I had imagined waking up to. Seeing my face, the creature in front of me hurried to say. “Oh, no! My lady, I'm so sorry, I understand. He ran his hand over his face, and instantly it changed shape -- now it was a male face, like mine

“Is that a human or a ghost?” Across them, dressed in black, a man with a face so deformed that his features couldn’t be differentiated was walking toward them. He had no nose, his teeth were showing, and his eyeballs were even protruding from their sockets. There were craters all over his skin, as if his face had been washed with sulfuric acid. This man was utterly horrendous. If he were to act in a horror movie, he wouldn’t require any special effects makeup. He must be the ghost previously shown on the livestream.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack! Beatrice abruptly attacked, slapping the woman across the face repeatedly. She was so harsh that the woman’s dog mask broke, only to reveal… a horrendous face of a beast. Her face was filled with fur, along with a few spots here and there. The woman didn’t look human but more of a leopard demon. Beatrice herself was stunned. She didn’t expect that she could slap the arrogant woman so many times, which indicated that the woman couldn’t dodge at all. This proved that these people didn’t deserve to handle the incantation or their treasures.

There's no compassion in his voice. "Ah, you really are a goddamn demon," Instead of stopping talking, Stevanus mocked Delldora. His eyes that were originally on Delldora are now on Hana, realizing that Hana is awake. "Too bad your secretary has to see how 'terrible' you are right now." Delldora immediately turned his body to face Hana. At that moment, Hana could see what Delldora was like. Bright red eyes with tiny horns poking out of his head. The skin on his face was blackened, again rotting with skin peeling off and revealing flesh on his face. Just like what Hana saw when she folded origami in Delldora's room.

I whispered weakly. Something like recognition slowly crossed his face, and the red glow of his eyes faded to a familiar stormy grey. There he was. Eldarien Vrathorn. Still covered in blood and damp strands of his dark hair, still flaunting double fangs from between his bloody lips. It was like whatever had possessed him had temporarily taken the back seat.