Faceless Monster Novels & Stories

Behold The Monsterman's Lyrics What you see will give you a fright, You'd better watch out because we bite We don't fit in our faces can't be seen Every day for us is like Halloween A scary spooky family Is what we are actually A total mystery to everyone we know This isn't make believe It's a monstrosity Just a ghoulish family We wanna meet you Possibly eat you Livin' the monster life They where able to put in us quite a fright as they all disappeared into thin air after there show was over. Coming up again is our co-host who came up to introduce the next performs "Straight from new Orleans a round of applaud for hazel O'Neil! "

“He’s a scent changer.” I snapped my eyes back to the footage. That’s when I saw it. The man knelt beside the body and drank the wolf’s blood. I stared, horrified, as his features slowly morphed into the person he’d just murdered. A chill slid down my spine. Monsters. That’s what they were. Monsters who could steal faces, voices, even scents. No one knew how to track them. That was what made them deadly. And Ariel had been his second target.

I groan lowly , faceless zoomed out of the hole and grab Hope by the neck "arhhh " she scream out as he lifted her up " am gonna start my revenge with her " "put her down right now Krishna " dad yelled with gritted teeth and faceless chuckled .an invincible force pulled him backwards and he was forcefully slammed on the wall . "I said bring me the girl not kill her" Olivia yelled as she made her way in with a stony expression . " put me down " faceless growled struggling to free himself from her pinning spell .she snap her finger and his neck was snapped ,

Rather than a face of a human that Khairul hoped to see, unfortunately, a terrifying sight greeted him back. That thing, by any means, is not human! He had no eyes, no nose, and not even mouth! What kind of monster was that?! On the surface, charred plastic-like patches marred the face. That creature stifled an odd chocked laughter. It had spotted Khairul from that distance.

They were still in their wolf form while we fought. I was about to get up when the other wolf ran at me and also morphed to his partial human form. His face was unfamiliar as I have never seen him before. He wasn't one of Raymonds minions that I saw last time. He ran towards me and threw a punch attack which was channeled for my face but I dodged to the other side and then banged a punch on his abdomen and then on his face. He staggered but still stood on his feet. He came again with more force and channeled a punch towards my face, I dodged but this time I was not so lucky as the last time because as I dodged, I got a punch on my cheeks from the other side. It was one of the two I had beate

The rogues fall to the ground in a heap of death. With sickening thuds. Everyone of them. I run to their side. Even though I know it's too late. Even though I know they're already dead. I want to bring them back. But I can't. Their faces are covered in blood. Their bodies are limp. Dead. My heart drops. My stomach twists. My vision is blurry. I feel bile rising in my throat. I am going to throw up. This is my fault. I am a monster. I. Am. A. Monster.

Her body stiffened, and her eyes widened with shock. “Julie, what’s wrong?” Richard, the male nurse accompanying her, asked with concern. Julie didn’t respond. She ran closer, dropping to her knees beside Elizah’s body. With trembling hands, she removed the cloth covering the girl’s face. In an instant, Julie recoiled, her body trembling violently. “Elizah ....” she whispered in disbelief. “This can’t be.” When Julie tried to embrace her, Elizah screamed in terror. “Aaaah! Monster! Bastard!” she cried, shoving Julie away. Her body twisted wildly, her arms protecting herself as if fighting off a shadow only she could see.

“Go ahead! I dare you, you fucking monster.” I have seen different faces of death, but this is me coming face to face with the pit of hell. His breath burned my face, and my head was practically swelling on its own. I would tell him he was no ordinary being, but if he could throw the blame, I bet he was made with some emotions. I might be considered a weakling compared to their kind. But I have been made to face any challenge, a strength I am not letting go of.

“Don’t call me Barbie. I’m not that.” “You are when you look like this. The way they want you to look.” “If you came here to ruin my night, you’re too late.” His expression, what I can see of it through the mask that covers one half of his face, grows serious. “I came to see if you’d come to your senses yet.” He makes a point of feeling my ring finger, which is empty, and smiles. “Valentina Russo, don’t tell me you grew a backbone?” “Fuck off, Nicholas,” I say. I try to break away but of course he doesn’t let me.

I left Riley behind, crying after me, because I could hear Andy whisper in my ear. “Keep walking, Daddy. Don’t look back.” After Riley and Leo were both sentenced to prison, a cosmetic surgery specialist named Suzanne Jones contacted me. “Mr. Quince, I can perform reconstructive surgery for you and restore your original appearance.” At first, I had given up. I thought I would live the rest of my life with this face. However, Suzanne’s words made me decide to try once more. She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.”