The Man Without A Face Novel Novels & Stories

But his head came back up from the almost impossible angle that it had been placed in, now minus the hood that he had worn moments before. He was completely bald but Isabelle did not even notice this. The things that struck her were his eyes. Even now she would have trouble describing them to anyone, despite the fact that she had thought of not much else, but at that point so many thoughts had come into her head to describe those eyes, all of them now gone. The unmasked man licked his lips and sneered at her horribly as he pushed a wet handkerchief into her face. For a brief moment she could concentrate on nothing more than a very strong smell, which was almost like bleach.

As he turned and faced the path, he wondered what good such an earthly weapon could possibly do. Yellow light spilled down the path leading in from Hollow Road. As Father Ward stared in horrified fascination, a figure approached, its features cast into darkness . . . the Faceless Man . . . as it approached him in measured steps. Father Ward raised the .45, finger tensing on the trigger. “Dear God in Heaven, protect us, now.” As he said the words, however, an empty wave of cold despair washed over him. Because he wondered if God was listening, anymore.

Something's wrong and it's making me uneasy. I ignored my nana and approached the man instead. I don't know why but I really want to make sure if what I'm seeing right now is real so I moved closer to him but he's still faceless. I'm starting to feel a bit irritated so I brought my face closer to his face then his hand moved. He got something out of his pocket that seemed to be buttons and attached it to his...eyes? His faint smile suddenly turned into a devilish grin as his pair of buttoned-eyes stare at me hungrily. He wasted no time and held my face tightly while opening his mouth. He was about to devour me when I closed my eyes and screamed.

It seemed to radiate through the entire valley, around each and every tree, all coming from the Game Master himself. Abel’s body melted away, revealing the face-less man I had seen before. I couldn’t make out a single detail. Absolutely nothing stood out. There were no scars, no birthmark, nothing to use to find the Game Master in person. Where his face should’ve been was a large blur. The harder I tried to focus on his face, the harsher the illusion became. The start of a headache tapped at my temples, and I forced myself to stop searching for those tell-tale details.

Sometimes Shiena comes to my house to check on that man, I'm surprised because he's been resting on the bed that I own for a long time I thought the strange man would wake up a day later because I needed to know a lot from him, but I learned from Shiena that its regeneration process is not as fast as ours. I didn't ask Shiena again, I just stared at that man's face. When I first saw him lying in the hospital bed, his face was very dirty, but now, I can notice that his face is not bad either. this man has a beautiful face. I opened the door where he was lying, and I again saw his face sleeping soundly. I went inside and closed the door carefully so she wouldn't wake up. I walked closer to the

She never expected someone to barge into their house unannounced,so what is this strange man doing in their house in the middle of the night? "Who are you,and what are you doing here?,she asked fearfully cause the man was looking horrifying and the sight of looking at him alone can make someone faint without looking twice. He has this kind of ugly scar on his face ,like it was been burned with some kind of fire which melted part of his face and eyes together making him look horrible. "Am your worst night mare my darling",he said with a smirk and he charge toward Isabella and stab her in her stomach in a swift motion without making her think twice.

And then a man detached himself from the dark and prowled in. I sucked in a breath, a horrified gasp left my lips. The man before me has blonde hair, almost too bright to look at. His eyes were steely grey, apathetic. But it was his face that had me taking a step back as a horrified gasp left my lips. Half of his face was burnt. But whereas the lower part of his left cheek and jaw had healed, the upper part around his eyes remained unhealed and it seemed the skin had melted off his face. But it’s his eyes that paralyzed me.

Not the clean, beautiful white of the snow—no, this was a milky, deathly white. Next, his face became clearer, revealing a pair of thick lips, a broad, flat nose and no eyebrows at all. His eyes were closed, but his eyelids were so pale Leesa could almost see through them. She tried to pull her gaze away from his hideous face, but found she was unable to move her head. Suddenly, the man’s eyes shot open. Leesa gasped. His eyes were without eyeballs—no iris, no pupil, nothing. Just a flat, pinkish film. Despite the empty eyes, Leesa was certain the man could see. She shuddered.

"We aren't alone and very soon, the man we're with will come searching for us." He cocked his head in her direction. "Do you think I care?", the faceless man replied. He rolled back his shoulders, relieving some unseen tension in them before bringing a hand up to his head, pulling the hood off and revealing his face. He looked like a villain straight out of a comic book with a large, jagged scar running from his right eyebrow, across this eye and right down to his jaw. The spot where his right eye once was had been replaced by a gaping hole.

I had to tilt my head back hard to look up at their faces. The man had a mean hard face. He had a deep, jagged scar that ran from his temple down the side of his cheek. He was wearing dark, dirty clothes and he smelled like old cigarettes and sweat. His eyes were cold and completely empty, I knew immediately I had never seen this man before in my life.