Enderman Face Novels & Stories

I said and quickly attacked them sparing no one as I tore them to shred absorbing their powers Their loud screams could be heard which give chills to the body before they change to dust "Please don't kill me, please Carmella.... am ur favorite aunt mel! "The demon said changing her face back to aunt mel "Tsk tsk,do you take me for a fool huh? a demon is still a demon despite whomever you pose as.... besides you taint my aunt face, you are half the kind of person she is! "I diss making the demon furious as it grew larger in size back in her demon appearance

“Oh? Who do you hate, hmm? Can you tell this old friend of yours?” Arman startles and quickly turns toward the direction of the voice, A lone figure in a dark cape walks out of the shadow behind the water tank and walks toward Arman who is trembling non-stop when he sees the face of the newcomer. This figure has a handsome face and confident smile as if all the things in the world belong to himIf Zhu Wushang were to be here he would remember this face, It’s the face of Romulus, the Last Emperor of the Roman Empire. But this time, He has black sclera and glowing red eyes, the clear sign of the one who was infected with the virus.

"Earnest, I wanted to talk to you—" "We are talking right now so speak!!!" That cold voice barked. I stepped out even more, averting my gaze to his face to make sure I wasn't dreaming. When I saw his face, I knew I wasn't and Earnest wasn't as sweet and innocent as I thought he was. He looked like an angry python ready to attack its enemies. I'd never seen or expected that he could make this face.

Dicken patted my hand with his leather-gloved hand then, and it soon slithered down to my nose and then my lips as he spoke raspily, “Do you still fear me now?” Nonetheless, I said nothing and simply grabbed his mask, firmly tearing off his face. It did not change despite his transfiguration: pale, handsome, and with pronounced facial bones. However, the upper tip of his ears resembled plant shoots slowly growing out of the ground, and while such an appearance could be a little frightening to other humans, I found it absolutely adorable, even funny.

They turned to see a short man with a blue face, pointy ears and black eyes with a dull red iris that spooked creatures, he also had a smile that makes you know you're on enemy ground, "So" he started, "Who wants to strike a deal?".... ******************

Plus, they are much shorter than ordinary werewolves. “Doesn’t matter who we are.” A bearded one answered me with a disgusting grin on his face. His eyes automatically went to my thighs and legs and I quickly recoiled, thinking that if I’ll curl myself, the coat will hide most of my skin. “I want to carry her home as my wife! Just look at that, Sherman!” A raucous voice exclaimed and it came from an also bearded man with a long scar across his face. His hair has a tinge of reddish color against the light of the campfire.

Making him writhe in pain and scream at the top of his lungs. “Fuck! No! Look, I am sorry. I didn’t know she was yours. I swear she was the one who initiated it. She seduced me man!” Slaide garbled his words, a little misshapen from his missing front teeth. His face was bloated, split up lips and both puffy eyes. His once pretty face had now degenerated to a pulp. Damon hovers above his face, letting him take a good look at what kind of face the last thing he’s going to see.

Someone had entered his computer, and as soon as he turned on the computer, it went straight to a black screen and then switched to a different picture. "Oh, speak of the devil, and he shall appear," Rose said coldly, crossing her arms as she watched the video. It was Herman. Herman and Duncan, the only difference being the color of their eyes. Those pure purple irises were an effect that no colored contacts could achieve. His eerie aura was something that no one could imitate, very unique and menacing. His complexion had completely recovered, showing no sign of the shot he had taken from Camellia.

I asked him. “Ah it seems you don’t know everything,” he said. “Like I told you, it’s stuff I made up and dreamt about,” I said to him. “The man you spent all your time with, Damon Woods, he’s an Enforcer,” Calvin said. “Is he like you?” I asked him as my heart started beating loudly. “In a way, we’re wolves, they’re jaguars,” he said. “What is an enforcer?” I asked him as pieces started fitting together. Damon knowing things, always being awake when I was no matter what the time. Damon always finding me. Damon sniffing the air just like Calvin had done, his eyes slightly changing.

Edmund slowly floated toward him, urging, "Why’d you kill me?! I died so unjustly. I don't want to go to hell. Do you know how painful it is? Look at my hands." He stretched out his two skeletal hands toward Ethan. The latter crawled back in terror when Edmund appeared before him again. A sudden gust of wind lifted Edmun’d robe and revealed his feet. When Ethan looked up, he saw Edmund’s distorted face. "Can you even recognize me with so many scars on my face?!" Ethan screamed as he fell backward again. "Ahhh!" He shouted as if it could release his fear. However, various ghosts appeared from behind several tombstones and surged toward him. Ethan’s eyes widened until they rolled back, and he