Phantom Of The Opera Face Novels & Stories

Nicole touched the face that looked very similar to Eric’s, which was near perfection. After frivolously caressing the man’s face, she patted his cheek a few times. ‘Not bad… This face will be able to sell for a good price! I won’t go back on my word. Xander’s just an actor anyway, so I can make him famous!’ Nicole did not notice that her words caused an adverse reaction in the man next to her. His eyes instantly turned gloomy. His face was sunken, and he was surrounded by a dense chill.

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

The countdown ticked silently on the monitor. 71:58:43 The masked figure watched the numbers decrease. Patient, Calm, and waiting After all, what was another three days? They had already waited decades. Three more days meant nothing. The photograph remained illuminated beside the countdown. The red-haired woman. The woman who looked so much like Luna, it was unsettling. The figure reached out and traced the edge of the picture. “You’re about to wake up, little Phantom.” The room remained silent. Only the hum of machines answered. Then the figure turned away. The game had begun.

Not only was this man’s face deformed, but his heart was also just as twisted. It took Juliet quite a while to force herself to accept his appearance. Then, she carefully approached him. “You’re Phantom Marionette?” she asked. “Isn’t it obvious?” replied the man. Phantom Marionette crinkled his eyes and pointed to his face before extending a hand to Juliet. His hand was just as horrendous as his face. It seemed like every part of this guy had been washed with sulfuric acid. “What do you want?” Juliet asked with a frown.

I removed my hand from my face and looked up only to see the wolf getting strangled but I couldn't really see Nolan as he was above the wolf, strangling him. I looked at the wolf with horror oozing out of my eyes. I couldn't digest the fact that there was a wolf on top of me. As he pulled the wolf away from me and threw him away with the rope I looked up to match his eyes but my eyes widened even more when I saw the most unexpected person in front of me. Where is Nolan? What is the scarface doing here? Did he save me? But that voice...belonged to Nolan. He bent down in front of me and forward his hand near my face as he caressed my cheek with the back of his hand, making me gawk at him in pu

If I hadn’t, I might have a Phantom here to dance with me, and to make me feel beautiful and less broken. Then, as if on cue, he came through the gym door. A Phantom of the Opera. He was dressed in red, and had a full skeleton face mask. He looked imposing, and commanding. It was just like the scene after the song Masquerade, only nobody cared about him but me. I stared at him as he scanned the gym. Eventually, our eyes met, and he began to make his way over to me.

Her gaze slipped from his bright face to his name which was carved perfectly in the right corner of the portrait. “Yohan Dixon?” She widened her eyes and swallowed her anxiety frequently. The name was enough to make anyone flutter. Was he Yohan Dixon last night? She closed her eyes and the scenes reflected in her mind. She tried to recall that face clearly but it seemed that the darkness and dizziness did not allow her to see the man’s face. She opened her eyes and looked at the white face on the portrait which was calm but his eyes were dark and horrendous. His angular and smart face was addictive and his neck was alluring. She could not recognize the shape of his lips whether it was a smir

He calmly rises from the floor and lets his form take over him fully before looking straight at the woman and speaks, “Thank you for telling me the answer yourself.” Ophelia stares in horror at the face of the human, stumbling back in shock. She looks into the red eyes, staring at her with murderous intention. She is even more horrified when she sees his whole face. Black cracks are spread all over his face, much like the face of a cracked China doll, his hair no longer blonde but black.

His neck rotated 180 degrees, revealing another face on the back of his head, twisted in an eerie smile. That was a Malevolent Phantom! After confirming this, Felix's expression grew serious. He could not believe the Order's experiments involved Phantoms. This was far more serious than he'd thought.

“I want them to feel fear too.” Inside, the shadows moved unnaturally. Every step echoed, every creak of the floorboards a potential trap. Damian’s eyes flicked across the space, noting each detail: dangling chains, crates stacked haphazardly, a flickering fluorescent light casting the Phantom’s movements in strobe-like bursts. And then, for the first time, they saw the face. “Alessandro?” Adriana gasped, voice barely audible. The Phantom had removed the mask, revealing a familiar jawline, sharp cheekbones, and eyes that should have been gone with Alessandro’s supposed death. His lips curved into a cold, unreadable smile.