Naruto Hollow Mask Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

It was Draco. Draco stepped out of the cluster of bushes, his face obscured by a crimson mask. Blood smeared across his lips, and pieces of torn flesh clung to his teeth. A primal instinct had taken over, his feral nature no longer hidden beneath the veneer of humanity. My heart lurched, and a gasp escaped my lips as I instinctively took a few steps backward.

Once he was close enough, I jumped on his shoulders, trapping his head with my legs and pulling at the horns. When he held me up, trying to strangle me, I realized he was not mortal because dark hollows replaced his eyes, and he had no face. If I took off this mask, he would be dead. I held on tightly to his horns as he staggered with me and tried to pull me off his head. I held on tightly, pulling at his mask. He groaned and hit me on trees to get me off him. I yelped but refused to let go. I pulled and pulled until the mask came off his head. I crashed to the ground with it and watched him as he staggered about, disappearing like smoke. I groaned and lay there on the floor, breathing heavi

He scratched his clean cut black hair and snorted, making Black and Flute look at him. "Mga 'tol, can you at least explain everything in the simplest way a noob can understand? Don't you feel pity to Yuri?" he asked, shooting Yuri a sideway glance who glared at him. He faked a cough. Grabe! He's just trying to make them laugh, you know! But no one did! How cruel they were to Mijo. Black smiled again. "We will be the members of The Masked. Just like the wizards in my story and the Four Horsemen, we will be doing something entertaining using our abilities to grab attention."

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.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

Hatred, anger, disgust… doesn’t compare to the unexplainable look he wore on his face every time our eyes locked. 2 years later… 2013. PAST. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. 2 years later, A-Jun began to wear an actual mask, which was the mask that carried the face of something I feared the most. Koh, the face stealer. That centipede-like spirit from Avatar: The Last Airbender can rip a face right off anyone who shows emotion while he’s looking, leaving victims in a creepy limbo state.

Nytherion moved like a storm—his flames consuming one figure whole while his other hand slashed the air, tearing open invisible seams that swallowed another into nothingness. One of the masked beings darted for Seren where she was still half-dazed. I didn’t think. I moved, faster than thought, tackling it away from her and driving my dagger into the rune carved into its mask. The glow shattered, and the thing let out a sound like a thousand bones snapping before it dissolved into ash. Seren blinked up at me, blood running down her temple. “You’re insane.” I gave her a sharp grin, breathless. “Takes one to know one.”

I hissed, pressing harder, “not because you earned it. Tell me, witch, what do you cling to when your lies crumble? What will you be when I rip this mask off and show them what you really are?” She shoved me away, her veil falling off. For a heartbeat I saw a glimpse of crimson paint around her fingernails...more like ritual work...and I felt bile rise, sour and cold. “Bold words, but you’re no different than I am.” “I am nothing like you!” I snapped, though the words came out smaller than I wanted. “Oh, but you are.” Her tone sharpened, venom in every letter. “Do you know why Ronan broke you so easily? Because you’ve always carried the same flaw as me. We both wear masks. Yours is duty, but

"You'd have to ask him." "Oh, I don't need to ask him," Hollow laughed bitterly. "He was supposed to claim me this winter. We’re of the same rank. Purebred. You’re just a parasite soaking up his charity. Once he gets bored of playing nurse, he’ll toss you out. Just like your last Alpha did." Nora felt a sharp sting behind her eyes, but then her hand brushed her own stomach. Her tiny, flickering secrets. A sudden wave of intense, maternal fire surged through her veins.