Naruto Half Face Novels & Stories

For some reason, he suddenly feels like he did something wrong. "I'm Tanemoto Tatsuko." The girl next to him said politely. She is a beautiful girl with long black hair and amber eyes. Noticing that he is staring into her eyes, she looked away. "Sorry, but don't look into my eyes. They have a hypnosis effect." "Sorry!" Cai Kang flustered. "Ha! You really are half boy, half girl, aren't you?" A blue-haired boy said. "Normally the first thing the guys stare at is her-" Then another boy slapped his head.

I tug her face upwards unexpectedly. I feast my eyes on her face. It looks absurd and scarred. One part of her face is ruined. She still has her eyes closed. Surely, I do not know her and she is not a member of the pack. I have never seen her before but it all feels as though this is not the first time I am meeting her.

There is a man, his face half covered with the hood of his jacket as he sits on a wooden stool, his back against the stone wall. "Welcome back, sleeping beauty." He says with a laugh, his voice gravelly and harsh. "Where am I? Who are you? What do you want with me?" The words tumble from my mouth in a desperate jumble. He quirks his lips in an attempt to smile and pulls his hood back to reveal a face that could be something out of nightmares - his left eye clouded over so that it appears white and most of his face scarred by what could only have been fire, the scar running down his neck.

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

Aji Sangkala smiled. Arya Santanu tried to lure Narakashura's head with a fishing rod made of the element of light. He hung the head with a fishing hook that had been given a string of light. Arya Santanu placed it hanging right in front of his face. He realized that Narakashura's face was so plain. There were no eyes, no nose, and no mouth. "Are you dead?" Arya Santanu tried to mock again. He was afraid he was being teased by a demon.

Nate finally pulls down the face mask and shows his trademark killer smile. “Who’s it gonna be?”

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

It was only suddenly in her room after Nala had just celebrated her birthday with her family downstairs. Nala's eyes go up and instantly intersect with a clear grey iris on the right and a golden color on the left staring right into Nala's bead with sparkling. Nala shakes as if the air is strong around her, the eyes are like sucking her up in space-time. His wild black hair sticking out here and there was perfectly ruffled but felt right on his head. Until a few strands of hair cover part of her thick eyebrows. When the man pulls every corner of his lips upwards with the adam's apple up and down in such away. The squeak of the mattress sounded as he came down on the floor. Nala pointed her r