Naruto Half Face Novels & Stories

Most striking was the golden mask covering half his face, perfectly molded to his upper face, making his features appear deep and mysterious, yet harmonizing perfectly with his lips and jawline. Mysterious and stunning. Nicole looked at the half-face revealed beneath the mask, feeling an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. Where had she seen him before? Selina tried to pull Nicole's arm to avoid them, but Nestor spotted them immediately. Though she couldn't see his eyes clearly, Selina sensed them light up. He bent to say something to the man beside him, then strode towards them. Selina's entire body stiffened. Nicole, on the other hand, looked back at Selina thoughtfully, immediately guessing th

"That's not a man." The door panels splintered. A hand—if it could still be called that—thrust through the gap. It was three feet long, the skin stretched so thin the white bone of the radius showed through. The fingers ended in jagged, half-formed claws, but the fingernails were still there, cracked and bleeding. A face pressed into the hole. It was Gregor. Half of his face was the rugged, bearded man from the steppes. The other half was a mass of raw muscle and snout, his eye a black pit of leaking fluid.

Tear him in half. With tears in my eyes and a strong resolve in my heart that was created due to the throbbing pain within, I held both his shoulders as he yelled for me to let go of him. I then tore him apart— slowly. I glared at him until he was two people— split from head to toe. Although his head didn’t divide as it just went with one half of his divided body. When it was done, I dropped the gory mess that was formerly Kunuki to the ground.

And then a man detached himself from the dark and prowled in. I sucked in a breath, a horrified gasp left my lips. The man before me has blonde hair, almost too bright to look at. His eyes were steely grey, apathetic. But it was his face that had me taking a step back as a horrified gasp left my lips. Half of his face was burnt. But whereas the lower part of his left cheek and jaw had healed, the upper part around his eyes remained unhealed and it seemed the skin had melted off his face. But it’s his eyes that paralyzed me.

Carson Montgomery nodded. His eyes swept across the faces of the four people present. The four cultivators in front of him were all wearing masks. Each mask and pattern were different, but they only covered half of their faces. Half of their faces were fierce beasts, and the other half was a human face. However, his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth were all connected perfectly. At first glance, they looked like the faces of half-human and half-beast. A moment later, Carson Montgomery said in a low voice, "This time, I want four senior brothers to kill someone for me."

He has the most deformed face that is an awful grey with veins that are protruding. Connor only looks at the rest of us, "Oh, fuck."

One turned out to be red, and the second had hair the color of the wings of those ravens that circled over the Citadel. - The name of? the dark one broke away from his occupation, raising his head. The girls were dumbfounded. One half of the man's face was missing. Loose furrows of a long-healed terrible wound stretched from the right cheekbone to the temple, as if a huge cat had dragged its claws, tearing out the eye, opening the skin. - If I've had enough of it, I ask again: what's your name? he pointed at Lesana. “Lesana,” she whispered in a barely audible voice.

Shortly the complete room was filled with milk. Amara looked around in shock. How can a glass of milk submerge a complete room? She lifts her legs and shrinks herself to a ball moving to the center of the bed. "I asked you what is your name?" Amara whimpers to the girl in anguish. And then it happens. She turns around, the body of her completely in white, a fierce scar on her face and half of her facial features covered in black long hair. Her fierce aura was much similar to the man she saw few days ago playing guitar outside her room. His body was as well covered in white and hair falling on his face with a feral scar occupying the center of his forehead.

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.

I don’t know what she looks like as I have no pictures of her, so I don’t know if I look anything like her. Having to grow up without a mom made things difficult, but I didn’t realize it until 10 months ago when the only parent I had, my father, died. My dad was a half blood werewolf; meaning his parents were also a mix of a human mother and a werewolf father, resulting in a half blood werewolf. Half bloods may have some or all characteristics of a werewolf of pure blood origins, but each person is different. Some half bloods have wolves and can shift like any pure blood whenever they want. Some can only shift during the full moon and are only able to maintain their wolf form until the moon