Naruto Half Face Novels & Stories

The snake monster cried out in pain, its body no longer daring to coil around Levi but writhing in agony in mid-air, its tail thrashing back and forth on the ground, “You... Ouch, you... it hurts so much.” “Daring to peek at me, truly as bold as the sky.” Through the gap in Levi’s hand, the snake monster saw that the left half of the man’s face and the right half had completely different expressions. The left half of his face was flushed, his eyes dazed, like those ordinary men under the influence of a drug concocted by his mother. But the right half was completely different, his right eye shining brightly, its gaze sharp and containing a murderous intent, the smile on his lips terrifying li

He tried to crawl back up, but he seemed like he was in extreme pain. The mist soon dissipated a few minutes later, and the frog-faced ninja walked out with a cold smirk.

Ronan says. “Oh,” the male says good-naturedly, “Forgive me. I’m not a fan of having sunlight in my eyes.” He pulls down his face cover, and I'm greeted with thick, long grey locks and eyes the color of soot. His face is weathered with laugh lines around his eyes and smile lines framing his thin lips. It’s not the menacing picture I had expected, and I can tell by the confusion in the mate bond that Ronan didn’t expect that either.

He was going to pretend not to understand Dragonese to deceive Kiran, but he did not expect him to kill him just like that. Kiran walked up to another ninja and pulled out the silver needle. The ninja immediately woke up and was about to make a move, but Kiran had already pulled the mask off. This time, it was a girl. The woman had a small face and sandy skin. She was not very fair, but her crescent-shaped eyebrows and straight nose bridge made her look beautiful. Her monolid and upturned eyes made her look even more charming. If they were not in this position right now, no one would believe that she was a ninja. They would just think that she was a gorgeous woman.

I called out tentatively. The man paused before slowly turning around. I gasped. His face was half man, half fish. The left half of his face was covered in green fish scales. That eye was huge and cloudy, lidless, unblinking. His lips had receded, exposing rows of sharp teeth. "You've made it," he said. His voice sounded like two stones grinding together. "Quicker than I expected." "This is the jammer that you said?" I pointed at the machine and asked, suppressing my fear.

Not fully. But also— not a stranger. His face was there. Half of it. The other half was scarred with something metallic embedded into his skin—like bone had been replaced with machinery. One eye was human. The other— glowed faintly red. ⸻ My breath left my body. ⸻ “No…” I whispered again. This time weaker. ⸻ He looked at me. Really looked. And something inside him flickered. For a second— just a second—

And why he didn't seem to like explaining why. He crouches next to me and looks at me, his face inches from mine. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. The right side of his face is... it's destroyed. From his hairline clear down across his forehead, cheek, jaw, neck, and disappearing under his flannel shirt, the skin is mutilated. The scarring is the worst I've ever seen. It looks like half of his face was burned off. His right eye is just as blue as his left but somehow lacks the clarity. It's dim and unseeing. That's why the mask only has one eyehole. His right eye is blind. Or maybe it's not even real. I can't see how far toward the back of his head the scarring continues, his long hair

I trailed off, my eyes widened and my breath got trapped in my lungs unable to come through as he finally turned to face me fully and I saw what I didn’t before. “Oh my god...” The other half side of his face was a zigzag of melted red and white flesh. The half of his cheek was scarred, that went down to the side of his neck. Burned beyond recognition and it seemed that someone tried to patch him up only to end up doing the worst job of it. “Yeah, not Jonathan.” He bit out. And then his fingers were wrapped around my throat as he slammed my head back against the tree. And said, “Do you know who I am if I’m not Jonathan, little sister?”

I cleaned all the blood on his body, trying hard to stay focused since this was the second time I'd be seeing his body in the space of hours. “What happened?” I asked, wondering why his wounds wouldn't heal voluntarily. “Was it my advice that put you in this situation?” “No.” He chuckled, looking up at me as I stitched his body. His face got closer to mine, and it got several times harder to concentrate. I could feel my chest tighten as I swallowed hard. “What happened then?” I inquired, feeling very concerned. “I fought the faceless Luna.” He said, and my eyes widened. I don't know who that is, but she sounds scary.

The always hidden face was visible in front of Hana. Traces of being tortured by someone were imprinted on Sirrius' face. The irises disappeared completely as if they had been cut off by something. Sirrius could only use one remaining eye. Hana didn't let her soft emotions take hold for too long; the next arrow launched by her faster than before.