Killer One Piece Face Novels & Stories

When Server #1 saw the manic grin spreading across Kiera’s face, his lightning-fast charge faltered for a split second. A flicker of genuine confusion crossed his expressionless mask. For a heartbeat, he seemed to wonder which of them was the real monster here. The hesitation didn’t last. My fist was already arcing toward his face.

“Damn it… so those bastards really are after the second face.” Hunter Oscar steps forward, brows furrowed. “This ‘second face’—what even is it? I mean, I get that it’s some kind of beast, but what exactly does it do?” Alpha Steinhart’s expression darkens as he speaks. “The Megetsune holds five faces—each a manifestation of pure destruction. The first is Possession. The second… Devour.”

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

Despite that, the moment his finger made contact with the kirin card, a black shadow suddenly flashed by. Subsequently, Black Reaper felt a sharp pain in his abdomen before his body was sent flying out like a cannonball. A man with severe facial burns and long hair covering half of his face had just kicked Black Reaper away. Having done so, he also bent down to pick up the kirin card. At the very moment when he tried to pick up the card, Jumbo forced Luc to step back with a punch. Then, he turned around to grab the other corner of the card, which was held within the long-haired man’s hand.

"What is it like?" Jean exclaimed, suddenly fangirling over Illarion Black and defending the black-haired man, not wanting his idol to be compared to anyone else. "His face, like that of the Black Emperor, is very exclusive. Even among the famous handsome Anarka nobles, his is the most handsome face."

"Yo Keisuke! Thanks for saving me back there!" Keisuke, the huge sabertooth transformed to his human form. An extremely toned and muscular build notably anywhere in his body. He has a pretty feminine face, wide soft pale green eyes, long lashes, and a well-mannered mouth. His hair is black with blues on the tip and is shoulder length. "You foolish, prince! I told you to stop trying to befriend those from Hikari!" Keisuke scolded Kenshi. "Ahah!" Kenshi shouts and points at Keisuke. "You look like Yushiro just now!" And then he started laughing. "You guys have the same scowled face but yours is fem—"

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

The stoic face lifted a small smirk at the edge of his lips, enough to provoke him. He saw red after that. “CROWN PRINCE MALIKUL!!!”

She is not afraid of pain, she is not afraid of death, she is afraid of Little ball having an accident. When the water on her face was all gone, she opened her eyes. Then she saw that a dozen gangsters in front of her were all wearing masks. One of them was short and had a blue face mask on his face. When he opened his voice, he said, "Kim, you have this day, too?" "Who are you? Do I know you?" "Don't try to talk to me. I'm not going to answer any of your questions," said the androgynous voice.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.