Naruto Half Face Novels & Stories

Elyra steps in front of me. I grab her wrist. “Elyra, no, he’s not attacking.” “But he’s not right,” she snaps quietly. “Look at him.” I do, and I wish I hadn’t. Half his face is missing, and the exposed muscle twitches like worms moving beneath the skin. His mask shifts, not connected to any sort of real expression, just sliding grotesquely against bone. His body spasms once, twice, and then he jerks upright. “Aria Vale,” he croaks. “Elyra Nox.”

I didn't overthink it, I put it up to my face and. Something stared back at me. It had a pink face with scars all over. There was a large gash on its cheek and another on its forehead. Small scratches were scattered over every part of its face. One side of its hair was shaved clear off, leaving the other part of its hair long and wild. I stared at it. It stared back. Nurse Rita's reflection appeared in the mirror and she had a smirk on her face. "I told you it wasn't a good idea just yet."

"No, wait a minute. I..." Before Zion could finish her words, Mango slapped Zion's half-masked face. The mask suddenly got slapped out, and Zion's half burnt face suddenly appeared in front of Mango. Mango's eyes immediately became moist. "You want to be completely disfigured, don't you? Don't you have a good face? Is it cool to make such a thing? Huh?" Mango was so angry that she was about to faint. It was not easy for her to deal with them one by one?

The vampire hollers in pain, and I can hear him sizzle. Half of the vampire’s face is burned black, and the skin is peeling from his flesh. He hovers on the other side, looking straight at me. The anger and frustration clear on the unburned half of his face. Grinning manically, I raise my hand and give him the middle finger. Then all hell breaks loose.

But because of that, the two puppets dashed to his front and made a slash on the side of his face. The silver mask was severed and fell, revealing a handsome, delicate face inside. But at this moment, a wound was left on his face. Blood flowed slowly. “Ahh!” “He... Why does he look exactly like those clones?” After looking at Mask’s face clearly, Hermione exclaimed at once. “He’s also a puppet man?” After looking at his face clearly, the Phaseless Dweller was infuriated. “So a spy was among us, just die then!” Countless attacks were directed at Mask.

His face is masked and a large red horn is atop of its head. ‘’Before I eat your head, can I ask you your name?’’ ‘’There is no need for my name.’’ Niru elevates in air, his eyes are all red, glowing in pure hatred and behind him is the darkness of the distortion. ‘’ I want to kill you and slaughter all your kinds here, but my time is running out. I already fulfilled my goal, some time from now, this body will be nothing but a weak human… but I can still entertain you for a while. Come and charge at me beast!’’

"We aren't alone and very soon, the man we're with will come searching for us." He cocked his head in her direction. "Do you think I care?", the faceless man replied. He rolled back his shoulders, relieving some unseen tension in them before bringing a hand up to his head, pulling the hood off and revealing his face. He looked like a villain straight out of a comic book with a large, jagged scar running from his right eyebrow, across this eye and right down to his jaw. The spot where his right eye once was had been replaced by a gaping hole.

It was like getting a hold on the straw before drowning completely. Uncle Haron raised his brow curiously. "How?" "She's not a full vampire, but a half-human! If I mark her and make her a full vampire then she can be saved." I spoke so fast that I doubted if he had understood what I said. But the change in his expression showed he did. His eyes turned sharp. He looked deep in thought with one finger on his chin.

I called out. when she turned her face. I was horrified. why her face is not disfigured. I saw in the video that half of her face was destroyed and I can say from seeing the video that she can't retain her beauty back to normal. There is no possibility to retain it back to normal. But in front of me she just had some dirt on her face and some scratches here and there. Did my eyes go blind or my boys didn't do anything to Risa? Or in front of me is it not Risa? A lot of doubts arose in my mind.

For a second, I can pretend I’m not me. Then I see him. He’s standing at the edge of the midway, just beyond the glow of a flickering streetlamp. He’s Tall…so tall his shoulders block out the light behind him, and completely still, like he’s been carved from the shadows themselves. A mask covers the upper half of his face, something sleek and black, molded to his features like a second skin. The lower half is all sharp angles with high cheekbones, a jawline that could cut glass and lips that look like they’ve never smiled.