Romans & histoires Ghost Cod Fanart Face

But my throat locked. The hand pulled the hood back. And I forgot how to blink. His face—or what used to be a face—was a grotesque collage of death refusing to die. Parts of his skull were exposed, bits of muscle webbed over raw bone. One eye socket had collapsed inward, while the other eye bulged out unnaturally, rimmed with black that glistened like tar. His lips were mostly gone, leaving teeth exposed—blackened, crooked—and gums that bled in slow drips. More of those maggot-like things wriggled just beneath his skin, disappearing into sunken holes in his cheeks.

There you are. "Go ahead," he finally said into the pod. I will handle this. Matteo cursed. “Damn it, Boss.... But Adrian was already moving. He stepped out quietly, his gun raised. The moment the figure reached for his weapon, Adrian fired. The bullet struck his shoulder, making him stumble with a sharp grunt. The man turned, and under the dim factory lights, Adrian finally saw his face. Ghost. He recognized the face through the picture leo found. Blood spread across his jacket, but he was still standing. He lifted his gun, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Then the walls came to life. Paintings—dozens of them—etched in blood and bone, lit up with ghost fire. Each one a moment in time. The fall of the Ghost Den. The rise of the Deathbound. And at the center—me. Or… someone who looked exactly like me. Kelvin moved closer, jaw tight. “That’s not you… is it?” I stared at the figure. Same silver eyes. Same white hair. But her expression was colder. Cruel. “She’s the first Ghost Wolf,” I whispered. “My ancestor. Or maybe… something more.”

Raina giggled, jumping out of bed to watch the door. “What's going on?” I chuckled, still shocked. “Alpha Sorren saw your drawing, and he sent Thalos to get the best of the best.” Khalid said while Thalos nodded. There were several fine grained hardwoods that I could use to paint. I was too flustered to even speak. “Okay bye.” Khalid chuckled and they left. Raina locked the door, beaming with smiles. “This is definitely putting you in trouble, but I love it.” We squealed, checking all the supplies. I set up the stand and a few other things, making sure to arrange the room properly.

said Michael Afton. I looked at the pic of me and my mob talker daughters “Cupa the Creeper Girl, Archer the Skeleton Girl, Andr the Enderman Girl, Stringer the Spider Girl, Vanessa the Cave Spider Girl, Yaebi the Zombie Girl, Fireball the Blaze Girl, Young Slime the Small Silme Girl, Teen Slime the Medium Slime Girl, Adult Slime the Big Slime Girl, Snowball the Snow Golem Girl, Iron Hammer the Iron Golem Girl, Flyer the Ghast Girl, Young Magma the Small Magma Cube Girl, Teen Magma the Medium Magma Cube Girl, Adult Magma the Magma Cube Girl and Hider the Silverfish Girl. I really miss you all” I said quietly. Then I put the pic away and looked at William Afton feeling down, so King Thorax, Q

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe

I removed my hand from my face and looked up only to see the wolf getting strangled but I couldn't really see Nolan as he was above the wolf, strangling him. I looked at the wolf with horror oozing out of my eyes. I couldn't digest the fact that there was a wolf on top of me. As he pulled the wolf away from me and threw him away with the rope I looked up to match his eyes but my eyes widened even more when I saw the most unexpected person in front of me. Where is Nolan? What is the scarface doing here? Did he save me? But that voice...belonged to Nolan. He bent down in front of me and forward his hand near my face as he caressed my cheek with the back of his hand, making me gawk at him in pu

"Get Vydes powder, Nicklaus, Anthony, Leonardo and Alexandra. Meet me in the dungeon." Adrastos and Garion watched him stalk off and shared a look. Anariah was out to play. The parts of Andreas that made an appearance while torturing the guards, the ones who were at the door and the ones who had been in on it, was his Dragon, Vampire, Werewolf, Demon, Necromancer and Ghast. The Dragon for a guilty dragon. The Demon for a guilty demon. The Ghast for a guilty ghast. The Necromancer for a guilty necromancer.

After what seems like hours, I look at it, picking it up and I nod at it. It is exactly how I saw it. The white cobra with black eyes with its mouth open and fangs dripping green venom wrapped around a skull with red flowers in the eye sockets, dripping blood down the cheekbones and jaw. I shudder as I look at it. I will find you. I even have the shading down to a tee. I grab my phone and the picture taking a picture of it; I send it to my uncle Gianni. A crackle comes through the baby monitor. I know she is starting to wake.