Killer One Piece Face Novels & Stories

Saul “We have brought the adventurers with us.” The man showed the two SS-ranked adventurers behind him. Suna Mikiya, and Clairmont Rodrigar. The girl named Suna Mikiya has a clean and innocent look on her face. Her bright frosty blue eyes were wide and friendly, and her rosy lips curved to form a warm smile. Contrary to Suna’s friendly looks, Clairmont Rodrigar’s expression was calm and aloof. Despite his demeanour, his appearance is an embodiment of fury in itself; bronze skin and raven eyes. His eyes were the shade of gold with a slight hue of red.

The clank of metal snapped me out of the hell my mind was sinking into, and I looked at the person approaching. The soft light in the cell came on, illuminating the space, and a familiar face that I had long forgotten walked into the cell. I was in complete shock. He looked the same except for the greys, the little wrinkles and the scar across the right side of his face. It also seemed like he had been away from the sun for a while. I couldn't believe my eyes. We all thought he was dead. I saw him fall during the battle; the scar on his face was Tamia's wolf's doing. Kaira was vicious that day: I couldn't believe my eyes.

His face bore his reluctance to depart from the world. Dumbfounded, Kailan gaped at Kaze outside a room in the factory. Kailan just watched a foreign mercenary kneel before Kaze and slit his throat as per Kaze’s instruction. He thought he was dreaming. When Kaze’s piercing gaze fell on him, Kailan shuddered back to reality. “Y-You’re the God of War?” Kailan uttered skeptically. “Slash.” A dagger cut through the air and penetrated Kailan’s chest, pinning him to the wheelchair.

The Punisher. Kat expected it to be Calix. She knew it was him originally, and she'd taken comfort in it. However, the face under the mask was Auric Johnson's, pale and smirking. Then, it changed to Rita Arellano's. In a dizzying flicker it shifted again, morphing into the beautiful features of Navea. She smiled, but the corners of her mouth turned gray. Her skin began peeling off in big chunks, turning into a pile of ash as they fell.

He has the most deformed face that is an awful grey with veins that are protruding. Connor only looks at the rest of us, "Oh, fuck."

One turned out to be red, and the second had hair the color of the wings of those ravens that circled over the Citadel. - The name of? the dark one broke away from his occupation, raising his head. The girls were dumbfounded. One half of the man's face was missing. Loose furrows of a long-healed terrible wound stretched from the right cheekbone to the temple, as if a huge cat had dragged its claws, tearing out the eye, opening the skin. - If I've had enough of it, I ask again: what's your name? he pointed at Lesana. “Lesana,” she whispered in a barely audible voice.

Her eyes were popping out behind the defined smoky eyeliner she was wearing and her breathing became sharp. Was he aware of what he was doing? Nikolas’s face betrayed nothing, yet somehow, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a dozen degrees. I grimaced on the inside, knowing Nikolas Sica had fucked my getting into their good books. I wondered if this had been it all along. A glorious theatre act to drag me to hell. "Alva," Nikolas said, breaking the entrancement of being alone with my thoughts. "This is my mother, Lilika."

"That's the point! Now, one more time, who are you?" "It breaks my heart that you remember so little, Princess," he smirked, removing his hood to reveal his face. He had dark curly hair on his head and black eyes with a deadly evil glint in them. His right eye had a long scar running through it, and the eye was gray. He had a sharp jawline and a rash of stubble growing on his face.

** The images changed. Training partners. Siren handlers. A handful of faces she recognized from the VR sims. There was a slight uptick when she saw a handler’s face she didn’t like. Nothing major. Then, another image pulsed onto the screen. Not neutral. A mugshot. Short‑cropped dark hair. Strong jaw. Eyes that looked like they’d been taught not to hope. No expression, no tilt of softness. Kael. Her body knew before the tag flickered in the corner.

"I'm Alessio." "Huh?" Eleanor lets out a confused sound, her lips hanging loose in surprise, realizing slowly that this name is that of the eldest of her first quad mates. She tries to assess him, even without seeing his face, he has changed a lot, more muscular and domineering. As she was pondering on this, one of the kidnappers that brought her storms in with a look of seriousness on his face. He walks over to her, her heart pounds, he then holds her chin forcing her face up.