Naruto Half Face Romane & Geschichten

The next second, his half of his face down to the neck glitched, revealing, wires and motors. My eyes and mouth widened in shock. I drew back, staring at the sight. It lasted for a few seconds, but I knew what I had seen. His face was like that of a robot. Just like the ones I had seen in movies! "What the hell!" I screamed as my back hit a wall of the cage. Seven held his chin. He snapped his neck to the side and then rubbed his forehead hard. Afterward, he looked at me. His naturally electric blue eyes suddenly alternated to steel blue and then black. They were menacing like that of a murderer.

He drifted into serious thought. There was still another sound but this time a book moved, almost falling off the shelf, he quickly held on to it and pulled it out to have a closer look. He flipped the pages but there was just writing. He sighed and wanted to return it to that spot on the shelf, as he raised his head slowly he glimpsed a sudden appearance of a face that was now staring back at him, "Hinata!!" He muttered almost yelling, as his both eyes were now fixed on her sour face, she looked rather too nervous and it was showing vividly on her angelic face.

Three long, jagged scars cut his face in half diagonally from one temple to the jaw. It changes your look. One eye is violet, in which the other is pure black. Goosebumps rise in my arms, despite the hot air. "Korin Iwasaki is awake," says the newcomer in a cold, distant tone of voice.

Ronan The spoon paused halfway to my mouth. I looked up, slow and deliberate. And smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was sharp around the edges. Cold in the center. The kind of smile wolves give when they’re about to sink their teeth into a truth someone’s not ready to hear. But she’d asked. So now she’d have to listen. “Well,” I said, setting the bowl aside with a quiet clink, “the short answer is… I’m half demon.”

Both he and Seb stared, their shock absolute. Nate lifted a trembling hand to his face. His fingers—no, his claws—met not skin, but a raised, rigid pattern. In the reflection of the car window, he saw the nightmare. Thick, tar-black streaks, like corrupted veins or the branches of a dead tree, ran from his hairline down over his temple and cheek, completely covering the left side of his face. His left eye was no longer his own. The sclera was stained a solid, glossy black, and in the center, where his pupil should be, glowed a single, hellish point of burning red.

I don’t know the voice before I recognize the face. “Fuck”, I say under my breath, “Brandon". He is one of the few kills in my career that I couldn’t accomplish. He stares at me with deep brown eyes fixed inside deep sockets. His skin is almost the complexion of coal. 6'9 and all shoulders, he towers over all of us. Muscles from a naturally active lifestyle ripple under his taut skin. He watches me out of the corner of his eye, and I can tell he wants to kill me---shoot me.

Of course, the man in black, who was feeling happy with his creation, had let his guard down against Young Master Yao, and Young Master Yao took advantage of that opportunity to grab him. "What are you doing? Let me go!" shouted the man in black, whose face was now visible. Long Chen and everyone else who saw the black-robed man's face were shocked. How could they not be? Half of the man's face was still human, but the other half was no longer a face, but a skull. "From the skeleton demon tribe? I didn't expect him to successfully form half of his body, but unfortunately, he will die because of his own creation," said Long Chen, who stood up and watched as Young Master Yao opened his large m

I was stunned. The man in front of me wore a mask that covered half of his face. His golden eyes sparkled like stars in the darkness. His eyes were dark and cold. Although half of his face was obscured by a silver mask, the other half was as perfect as a picture of Vincent van Gogh's starry night sky.

“I want to see what the man I love looks like.” His jaw is tight but he breathe out and then… everywhere freezes before he slowly reach behind his head and pull the mask band. He lowers his head but I tilt it back up. I stare at his face and I can’t believe the person in front of me.? I have see half his face before since the mask is an half one…and I can tell from his sharp jawline that he must be handsome. But nothing prepares me for this level of beauty as I see him fully. His eyes are beautiful. His skin is very smooth and yeah.. a ugly burn is on his forehead down to the chin.. but it’s not something that is as bad as everyone thinks.

I fell onto the bench back and got seated again, my feet seemed to be stuck here. “That’s the thing, you don’t know what’s going on so you should have remained your mouth shut!” He took my thin cloth away from my face and the way he did it brought a glitch to my skin. But I just ignored it, “Bring me back my stuff!” I roared. But he didn’t move and looked at me a little closer, his lips were a bit parted and it looks strange because he looks exactly like the façade of the God of the Moon. “Why are you hiding your …face?” He suddenly asked, his voice high now. And his face wasn’t furious as it was. Does he pity me now that he sees the scars all over my face? I didn’t bother to reply and took