Novel & Cerita Naruto Hollow Mask Fanfiction

"We will not feed the Hollow. We will control it,or die trying." A faint flicker of ember traced along my spine. Inferno waited, not pressing, not guiding. Watching. And somewhere, beneath the skin of the world, the Hollow Arc shifted in response. I smiled faintly, almost imperceptibly. Let it wake. Let it see us. We would be ready.

"What kind of deal? Tell me" "You take off the mask, I'll find you in my world, get married to you and make you an Alpha in stead of a Luna" "You think all of these is a joke to you? You only have the key to this mask, I don't know how to take it off so if you're not going to do that for me, just leave." "I can't leave. Tell me, how can I take off this mask? I need to see your face now more than ever"

He needs to answer the questions he's having at that moment because it seems like it has been bothering him way more than he had expected. He still sat there glancing at the door back and forth while waiting for Kazuma impatiently… Meanwhile, Kazuma that was pulled with force nearly stumbled on his feet and crashed on the slippery marble floor, luckily he was able to use both palms to support himself afterward. He was now burning in fury, who had the guts to draw him into this secluded place, his eyes rolled all over before he caught a figure of someone as he was still bent looking in between his legs. " What!!" He muttered and slightly stretched himself up completely, he was shivering a lit

Owen said. “You should be talking about the picture” Sneaky reminded. “Right away” Chang Mang commented, and the two of them knocked on the door. Miles opened “surprise, picture time” Owen was the first to speak, while Chang Mang who was holding the phone to be used told Miles “your mask” “Let me go and get it,” Miles said and turned around to get it. Owen commented, “he looks so good, why are we hiding his face?” Chang Mang nudged Owen, “dude, that is why he is bearing Mora's mask”

Its eyes burned like molten obsidian. The ritual ended with a sound like a crack of thunder inside the earth. Kane opened his eyes, and for a heartbeat, I didn’t recognize him. His gaze was still his… but rimmed with shadow. His skin seemed to drink in the light. Then the Hollow came. It tore itself from the fissure, massive and terrible, a shape of shifting stone and shadow bound together by a core of blinding hunger. Its eyes, that’s if they could be called that locked on me, and I felt its intent as clearly as if it had spoken: I was prey.

Lucy’s POV The obsidian mask was heavy in my hands. Heavy with history. Heavy with his secrets. I felt the pulse of it, warm from his skin, a relic that had consumed centuries of wearers. The huntress was moving. I saw her blade rise. I saw Zenard fighting the challenger, bleeding, bare-faced for the first time in years. The pack was chaos. The scent of fear and blood filled the Great Hall. The mask wanted a face. I lifted it.

“Mrrrp.” Mason froze. ⸻ Another. Closer. “Mrrrp.” ⸻ The empty village flickered. ⸻ Then… “MEEEEEEH!” ⸻ Mason almost laughed. ⸻ The Hollow’s voice sharpened. “They leave.” ⸻ “Prrrp!” ⸻ The illusion cracked. ⸻ Mason looked down. Green vines pushed through the dirt around his boots. ⸻ Bramble. ⸻

Even at the first stage of Soul Sky, it's power had already exceeded Destroying the Void. The tiger-masked man could not help but sneer when he saw that Fane was already starting to attack, "Do you want to die that badly? I'll grant you your wish! Let me tell you, I love to torture people I don't like. I really dislike you. When you're screaming in pain as I torture you later, you'd better not beg for mercy from me. It's useless even if you do that!" As he said that, he looked right at Fane. He was surprised when Fane acted like he did not hear that threat at all. It was as if Fane felt like his words were not worth listening to at all.

(A few hours earlier) Hana’s empty crimson eyes stared at the white mask with an engraving of a skull on it that she was holding in her hand. The strong cold wind brushed past her pale and freckled skin, and caused her ginger wavy hair to flow freely in the air. She then dropped the mask on the dirt ground, while still staring at it. “…Boring.” Her voice clear and thin, yet soulless.

The storm roars, hungry. I grip the needle. The village dissolves. --- **The Hollowfather's Gift** The hollow isn't a place. It's a *being*. A colossus of static and teeth, its form endlessly unraveling. It has no face, but I feel its gaze-a pressure that cracks my ribs, that liquifies my resolve. *"You've always been mine,"* it croons. *"The Weaver stole you. Shrank you. Let me remake you."* The storm begs. *"Let him."*