Naruto Hollow Mask Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"He shot you." "He did." He nodded. "And it hurts like hell." "You're not bleeding." She looked at his chest again. "You're supposed to be dead." "I told you sweetheart, it's you and me.. forever." He cupped her face. "Nothing is taking you away from me ever again." Tears streamed down Saira's cheeks. "You're not dying?" "Definitely not." He chuckled and winced. "Uriel Yamaguchi knew what he was doing when he made this mask for me."

One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me? This had to be some kind of joke.

In the end of this combat the girl takes off her mask and she was like an angel with black cold eyes and white skin like the snow, AHMET for the first time he was charmed he feels something he never experienced. The girl approached and said "my name is ANGY NIVA's sister!!" AHMET was under charme he did not say any words. ANGY put the mask again and she went out of the dojo, she went to waterfall and she spoke to herself . ANGY (happy) {he was very handsome like a charming prince what is that feeling i have i cannot even see him in the eyes,(angry) but why he didn't answer me he is arrogent or maybe I'm not beautiful enough fir him…..}

“Sorry. I’m just so glad to see you.” “Yeah, I can tell,” Nathan says with a wince, rubbing his shoulder. “What are you doing here? How did you even get here? Your base is all the way over there.” “I used the Cloak of Invisibility. Not Harry’s but Naruto’s.” Kate does a double take. “You watch Naruto, too?” “Duh. And…” Nathan digs into one of the cargo pockets of his lower fatigues. “Ta-da!” he says, revealing two arm bands, both of them red. Kate’s eyes bulge.

He filled me until I was overflowing, the white ribbon of his seed trickling down my thighs and soaking into the rug. He stayed buried inside me for a long time, his heavy body pinning me against the desk, our breathing the only sound in the dark room. He slowly withdrew, the sensation of him leaving me making me feel suddenly, agonizingly empty. He reached out and unlatched my silver fox mask, tossing it onto the desk. I looked up, my eyes widening as the room's red light hit his face. He reached up and slowly removed the obsidian crow mask.

Her scream broke the Hollow’s silence, raw and piercing, then faltered into something smaller. A sob. “Please,” Mara whispered, her voice breaking, her body folding. “I didn’t mean to become this. I… I just wanted to stop the pain.” Autumn held her hand steady. “I see you now,” she said softly. “And I forgive you.” Mara collapsed, dissolving into ash and moonlight. The Hollow groaned and shuddered. The trees bent inward as if bowing. The light dimmed, and silence returned—this time gentle, not watching. Resting.

The figure, wearing a sharp suit and a mask, had red pupils that pierced through the holes in the mask, staring right at me. "You managed to win Aria's favor? I really underestimated you." Rationally, I knew I was facing the final boss, but all I could think was, "Masked guys are always so hot! His voice is so sexy! "He's just a little too thin, though. No wonder he could jump from so high without breaking a sweat. I can send him flying with a kick!" The final boss' expression grew darker and darker, until it was as black as coal. The sky turned blood-red to match his mood.

Then the mask cracked. She ripped the oxygen mask off his face with one vicious yank. The plastic smacked against the bedrail. Before he could draw a full breath, her hands were around his throat. She squeezed hard enough for Malakai's vision to go black at the edges. The stitches in his knee screamed as his body instinctively jerked. Thin crescents of blood welled up under her claw-like grip. But he didn't struggle. Instead, he smiled at her. "There you are," he rasped, his voice thin and scratchy without the mask. "You've been hiding the real you for so long... isn't it tiring?"

Daniel, Dima, and Rovan appeared and froze, staring in astonishment at Malik standing before them, a perfect replica of Hashmat's face. Malik: The Nasser mask failed, but I think we succeeded with this one. Daniel entered, running a finger along the mask. Daniel: I knew Nasser's mask would fail, but this... this is exactly like it. Malik: I'm leaving now. Malik went into his room, put on his Malik clothes, and carefully placed his papers and ID card in his pockets, as if creating a new identity. Dima entered the room, stood beside him, and pressed a long, passionate, almost violent kiss to the mask, reflecting the intensity and urgency of the moment.

she shouted. Sakura watched as a beautifully designed mask of white, pink, and gold with cherry blossom flowers appeared before her. Then a makeup artist arranged it on her face so that it sat comfortably on her. A moment later, they moved back and Sakura blinked. The shape of the mask was like that of the Phantom of the Opera with one fourth of her face covered. She couldn’t recognize herself. She wasn’t Sakura anymore. Akira chuckled. “Amazing, yes?” Sakura nodded, at a loss for words.