Naruto Fanfiction Broken Mask Novels & Stories

So it was easier to discern the order in the sky than farther north or farther south, where everything would seem more chaotic. A fallen angel... enshrined in moonlit seas. Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controv

He needs to answer the questions he's having at that moment because it seems like it has been bothering him way more than he had expected. He still sat there glancing at the door back and forth while waiting for Kazuma impatiently… Meanwhile, Kazuma that was pulled with force nearly stumbled on his feet and crashed on the slippery marble floor, luckily he was able to use both palms to support himself afterward. He was now burning in fury, who had the guts to draw him into this secluded place, his eyes rolled all over before he caught a figure of someone as he was still bent looking in between his legs. " What!!" He muttered and slightly stretched himself up completely, he was shivering a lit

As a result, in an incomparably painful pain, the cultivator groaned and opened his eyes. The mask on his face was originally a magic weapon. Not only could it cover his face, but it could also block the detection of spiritual sense of cultivators. But at this moment, there was only half left. Not only could he not hide his face, but the inscriptions that blocked spiritual sense were also destroyed. At this time, he moved his body, and the mask finally couldn't hold on any longer. With a click, it slipped off his face. Immediately, the cultivator appeared in front of Caspian and Mona Jones.

Is that who he’s been? I don’t want to know. I don’t want to see. I lean against the wall in the shadows grasping for a steadying breath, my heart shredding to pieces. He’s Jake Carrero. This is how he is; this is how he always is. I need to forget all that crap on the boat and get a grip, put the mask back on … Please put it back on! … I can’t! Its fallen on the floor and broken into a million pieces today and I can’t find any crazy glue to piece it back together. I’m left vulnerable and I hate it. This isn’t me. I stare at my hands in the dark watching them tremble, then my body follows suit.

I do not want to lose my only family. Kinuha ni Nanay ang pot holder na nakalapag sa isang mesa bago buksan ang bagong lutong pagkain. The smoke from the newly stewed pork mounted and spreading on to the high ceiling. Iwinasiwas ko ang kamay para alisin ang usok na tumatakip sa paningin. Nanay was wearing a mask to keep herself from being exposed in too much smoke.

Suddenly, a gut-wrenching pain shot through me. I fell to my knees on the altar, clutching my chest. It felt like my heart was being ripped apart by claws. "Elara..." I tried to reach her through our mind link. Nothing. The link was severed. That invisible thread between us—she had cut it herself. Worse, I felt the power draining from my body at a terrifying speed. My chest, my arms, my back—every enhancement rune Elara had ever carved into my skin was failing at once.

Not someone in a position of authority. Prince doesn’t meet my gaze, just nods slightly. “The staff used whatever they could to break someone before they ‘fixed’ them. That was the point. You get broken down to nothing, and then you either follow their rules or stay until you do. You learn to just do what they say. Act how they expect. Eventually, they believe you’re cured.”

Chapter 28: Beneath the Mask DAMIEN’S POV Her words hit me, taking me aback. “Take off your mask.” I froze as the wind whispered through the pines, blowing on my face as my heart hammered vigorously. My hand twitched at my side, instinct screaming to clamp the mask tighter, to hide the twisted scars the curse had carved into my face seventeen years ago. The ones her grandmother’s magic had branded me with. “Anya,” I rasped, my voice rougher than gravel. “You don’t have to see this.”

The marble beneath our feet cracked from the combined force. “Too slow,” I hissed, kicking his knee. It bent with a crack, sending him sprawling. He grabbed my leg, trying to drag me down, but I twisted, my boot slamming into his mask. It broke in half, scattering across the floor. Blood poured down his lip. His eyes, crazed, furious, flashed gold. “I’ll kill you—” he roared.

The Prince was strong enough, strong enough for me to know how strong I am and the limits of my fighting spirit. "Avoid getting hit on the face!" Lucas yelled and I turned. "If you keep getting hit on your face, your mask is going to break into two!" He added and I nodded. Now I get why I didn't feel much pain after receiving that punch from the Prince. The mask took the brute of the punch. Lucas was right, if I continued being punched, receiving deathly blows on the mask, it would eventually break into two and I wouldn't want that. I can't risk my identity being exposed.