Enderman Face Novels & Stories

The last player who tried that was vaporized! 【Comment 4: My anxiety is through the roof. Send help.】 The wet wipe hissed the moment it touched his skin. I just figured it was some really stubborn dirt. "Jeez, this is really stuck on there," I said, scrubbing harder. "What is this stuff? Cement?" The revenant was completely stunned. I’ll call him Pops. For decades, he had only known one reaction. Fear. Then screams. Then ashes. But this woman… was wiping his face.

Emery's eyes widened in shock; he was two years older than she was—she just turned eleven. Darren was skilled at reading facial expressions. The sneer on his face was evident, he knew he was right.

He gestures in a royally manner to the door and Erden steps in, his face overspread with makeup and a short curly wig on his head. My eyes widen and I burst out of laughter. Embarrassed, he covers his face with his hands and laughs with me. "He blackmailed you right?" I ask in disbelief. How did he let Erden do this to him? "Blackmail?" Eren repeats, fascinated by the new word. Erden shakes his head. "It was fun." He assures me and I smile gracefully. I look into his eyes and the whole world stops. "Well." He sighs after a few seconds and I'm thrown back to Earth. I look away, my cheeks heating up. "I should wash my face now." Erden says, removing the wig and his silky hair sticks out in all

Umbra can do better, like a lot better. Recruit young and handsome men. Imagine you get killed, and furthermore to being annihilated, the last face that stares you in the eyes is a man who looks like he was on fire, and someone tries to put it out with a fork. I’d frown my entire way to the afterlife. “Welcome…” the digital voice elbowed me back to reality, and I snapped my gaze from my opponent’s disgusting smirk. Did I say I was going to kill him?

it paused, stepping into the light and pulling its hood back, "Nephew." Dainin's eyes grew wide in horror. "Nephew," he silently wondered. It was impossible since his Uncle was dead and the creature standing before him hardly resembled a man. Its face was disfigured like a wolf, frozen mid-shift, with fire red eyes and a sinister smirk playing on its lips, revealing a row of sharp teeth. "What? Don't you recognize me," It cackled with sarcasm dripping from its tone. It seemed to enjoy Dainin's confusion.

"The man looks like he could be the poster boy for a nudist beach!" The bearded man clears his throat. "Excuse me, ma'am, but your rude companion is injured—we would like to offer you the aid needed to help him recover. But first, we need to know you won't attack us." Hayden freezes, and I laugh, lifting an eyebrow at him. "Well, will you?" The grumpy merman peers down at me. "What?" "Attack them?" Hayden dips his head, allowing me access to study the silver flecks in his eyes. Seeing his face in a larger format is overwhelming, but it also amplifies the details.

Slightly hunched shoulder, shoulder length dark hair and he wore a black overall coat. He held on to the neck of a particular man that was dying. The man's face were rotten and maggots emanated from his badly beaten body. His legs hung in the air and her father's look alike was laughing sinisterly with his back turned to her. "Dad?" She called and the laughter stopped, the roaring fire blazing from the distance. He turned and his profile was the most horrific thing she had ever seen. Part of his face looked like they have been cut off and unidentified but his other half had Drake's face and as their eyes met, he dropped his victim and smiled, exposing his teeth.

In his hand, he held a large sharp stone pointed at her. He laughed madly and said. "Your face is very beautiful. What if I leave a scar on your face? No… I will kill you! Hahaha… bitch!" As he spoke, he waved his hand at Emma. Before the stone touched her face, she closed her eyes tightly and waited for her death to come. But! “AAAAAAAAAA!!!!” A shrill scream resounded through the dark forest.

I take down a lump of saliva with my eyes still pinned permanently towards where the sound came the first time. “That’s because you are looking in the wrong place” a voice echoes behind me and a grasp on my shoulders which quickly makes me turn. I still can’t see him as I am facing my face. “Here I am” I hear another voice from my front, but this time around. It doesn’t come with yanking. I feast my eyes on the heart eater. He has a smile embedded on his face while I have the opposite of it. Seeing his face alone reminds me of how he stuck his hand inside of Ivy without remorse. The smile on his face withers away realizing that I was there and also saw what happened.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed strange marks on his face. He only smirked, arrogantly eyeing me. I punched him hard in the face. "I'll hand you over to the authorities. You'll pay for your actions!" He killed the coachman, this heartless scoundrel deserved no mercy. As I noticed the peculiar marks on his face, I touched them with my hand, my heart chilling. He had used disguise magic, wearing a silicone mask. No wonder his complexion was unnaturally pale. I decided to rip off his mask, revealing his true identity. However, as I touched his face again, he suddenly went berserk, his muscles bulging, and black fur sprouting from his skin.