Naruto Hollow Mask Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ariana’s POV One second I was lying inside the destroyed chamber beneath Bloodmoon Pack, my body weak and trembling after releasing more power than I could control. The next second, I was standing once again inside the Hollow. Silver mist moved slowly across the dark ground. The sky above was an endless black, empty of moon and stars. Tall dark spirits stretched in every direction. The Hollow felt cold, ancient, and alive. But this time, I was not alone. Nyx stood in front of me, dressed in her flowing black robes, her silver eyes calm yet powerful.

Nasa isang banda lamang ang tingin niya at mabilis ang paghinga na animo'y hinahabol. Halos sumabog ako sa kinatatayuan sa pula at kahihiyan. I gritted my teeth and pulled the boxer shorts, still trying not to admit defeat. With feigned confidence, I weaved my way out of his hotel room while still clutching the loose boxer shorts not to fall.

And maybe kill your future husband if this whole ordeal was meant to be true. "Right after your nap though?" Nara, for some weird reason changed back to her kind self which surprised Sara, she was standing with a smile on her face, as if they didn't argue a few seconds ago, the change was too fast and, strange, too fast for the raging anger in Nara’s heart to subside, making it all feel as I the princess just changed masks.

In seconds, Daran's face suddenly changed into that of an old man with a long white beard on his chin. I jumped back and let go of Daran's hand. "See, right? I can change the shape of my face to anything. Would you rather see me looking like an old man like this?" I'm distraught. I snatched the mask from Daran's hand and pressed it to his face. "No!" I answered curtly. "I would prefer if you wore a mask in front of me." I turned around and left Daran at the door. I walked while holding the cup that Hunter had fixed. I quietly returned to the kitchen and put the cup in its original place.

she kept pouting her small round baby lips as she watched them pull out if the drive way. She had also gotten over the fact that her dad was not a masquerade. But she had found his mask either way and held it in her tiny hands. "Let my keep that for you " a maid offered as she ate and okayed around, but she held unto it dearly saying it was her dad's. She was delicate and couldn't be stressed, she they left her to herself as they were too cared to be like the gardener from the day before. As soon as the coue pulled up at the front porch of the Browns in Edward's Lamborghini, Nfrea felt her pm start to get sweaty, so she continued rubbing it on her dress.

“It could not have been that far off. The General returned, and not soon after, things started to change in the house.” “The General, did he get along with Shelby Lydekker?” “They played chess every night.” Amun stood up and said to Dana and me: “We need to find that mask.” He then turned on the girl. “Get the staff. Have them pull this house apart for that damn thing.” The girl ran off, and Amun began to explain. “If I am right, we’re dealing with a Hannya - a Japanese demon mask that traps the souls of obsessive or jealous women.”

As a result, in an incomparably painful pain, the cultivator groaned and opened his eyes. The mask on his face was originally a magic weapon. Not only could it cover his face, but it could also block the detection of spiritual sense of cultivators. But at this moment, there was only half left. Not only could he not hide his face, but the inscriptions that blocked spiritual sense were also destroyed. At this time, he moved his body, and the mask finally couldn't hold on any longer. With a click, it slipped off his face. Immediately, the cultivator appeared in front of Caspian and Mona Jones.

Sassy meeeeee ! I can sting like a beee-- ay! The bee is a leech! I ain't no dumb blonde ~ I ain't no stupid barbieeeeeee dooooll! " Until we got to the Arena I was doing pure work. "Are you possessed by an evil spirit again? Oh my gosh, your hilarious." Shinichi was shaken out of the car. I also wore the mask. I'm better than before. Nabaliw na eh! I saw that the others were ahead. We seem to be the last. I saw Honey's raised eyebrows looking at me. I just regretted him and clung to Shinichi's arm.

“But I’d appreciate it if you’d be on your way now.” Instead of leaving, Nate takes another step toward me. I instinctively stiffen, taking notice of how his eyes aren’t cold anymore as they usually are whenever he stares at me. They’re still intense, impossibly so, but there’s something softer hiding beneath them. Something I can’t quite identify. For a couple of seconds, he opens his mouth as though he’s about to say something important, then he seems to change his mind. He clears his throat. “I’ve got tickets to the Masked LRT unveiling event. Would you like to go?”

"I couldn't see his face clearly because of the mask..." Though it had been a mere flash of a gaze, the hollow despair pooled inside those eyes still occupied Gye-yeong’s mind. Staring at the news screen, he sank deep into thought. The boy’s physique had been slender enough to scatter in the wind, and his voice had been a sweet, lingering melody. Recalling those beautiful, cold eyes, Gye-yeong figured the face hidden behind the mask would be spectacular. Gye-yeong felt a strong, sudden urge to check the actual CCTV footage to catch another glimpse of the brat. Right then—