What Did Technoblade Look Like Novels & Stories

he said solemnly. I took the tablet and looked at it. It was a much closer, much clearer image. Whoever had captured it had obviously been quite close to the humans, which made my teeth grind. But it was too late to do anything about it now. The man in the photo did look similar to the one we had seen in those videos. But once again, I wasn’t sure. There was growth on his cheeks which shadowed his face, and the light was flatter— Jesse sucked in a breath and snatched the device out of my hands.

She nodded to our tech guy and suddenly there were pictures projected on the screen behind her. Terrible, awful pictures of her. She was covered in bruises and you could see every bone in her body. She was tiny but I could tell it was her. She still had the same eyes, the same tilt of the chin. The pictures made me growl and I wasn't the only one. How could someone do such horrific things to her. He's lucky that he's already dead. I would tear him apart. From the looks of the rest of the room, I wouldn't be the only one.

The next second, his half of his face down to the neck glitched, revealing, wires and motors. My eyes and mouth widened in shock. I drew back, staring at the sight. It lasted for a few seconds, but I knew what I had seen. His face was like that of a robot. Just like the ones I had seen in movies! "What the hell!" I screamed as my back hit a wall of the cage. Seven held his chin. He snapped his neck to the side and then rubbed his forehead hard. Afterward, he looked at me. His naturally electric blue eyes suddenly alternated to steel blue and then black. They were menacing like that of a murderer.

As the debris from the two mysterious figures began to dissipate, I recognized the two men emerging from under the dust. One was a bald black fellow and the other was muscular, possibly Native American. “You can get inside, the show’s over,” the bald one said with a British accent. One walked around Natalie while the other one knelt to check her pulse. The bald fellow started talking to me. Then I recalled these two people were the ones I saw in my vision. The bald one sliced the robots in half with his bare hands. The other man lifted an armored tank by himself.

They'll catch up to your car soon. "Okay." Ethan ended the call. Then, he played the video. The man on the screen was wearing a large cap, which was lowered on purpose. Only his mouth was exposed, but even that was covered by a fake beard. He was standing upright, and he had a strong and muscular body. When he reached out to push Connor, the strong muscles on his arm were outlined against his clothes. Toxic Hive members were skilled in medicine, so most of them had slender builds.

Bullets tore through empty air as he danced between them, his hybrid abilities letting him tear through trained soldiers like they were made of paper. In less than thirty seconds, six men were dead. Blake stood in the center of the carnage, breathing hard but barely wounded. His pale skin was splattered with blood, and his red eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the destruction he'd caused. He looked like a demon. When he turned back to me, there was nothing human left in his expression. The political mask had been completely stripped away, revealing the monster underneath. "Much better," he said, his voice carrying undertones that made my bones ache. "I was getting tired of pretending to be c

“You'd be in nirvana for days.” Blake, so that was the jerk's name. The battle ended up with Blake as the winner which wasn't really a surprise. Blake was dripping in sweat which kinda made him look 10x hotter. The crowd were giggling again as he took off his black compressed t-shirt and we could see abs and V lines. Those were a definition of pure art. He walked past me and the air suddenly felt tight. He paused and stared at me for about ten seconds before turning away. “Do you know him from somewhere?” Brienna asked.

His coat was long, black as sin, and in his hand— A cane. Carved silver, topped with the snarling head of a wolf. Blade swore under his breath. “No. No fucking way.” The man turned toward the camera. Even through distortion, I saw it. The eyes. Cold, blue, machine-bright. Kane. Alive. Changed. He smiled—slow, knowing—and raised the cane in salute before the feed cut to black. The drone exploded, taking the table with it. When the smoke cleared, all that was left was the echo of his voice, faint through the static speaker.

he says while looking at me like a meal and his fingers trailed a delicate straight line up my arm, up to my shoulders and the side of my face. My body shivered slightly. Blade traced his thumb over to my lips and they parted freely. He smirked at me and I reached up and brushed his hand away. "Too bad asshole," I say with a smirk of my own. Blade chuckled then leaned back onto the railing. "I see you're dressed as yourself," he mocks and I frowned. "And you're dressed as you," I point out with disgust. My eyes roamed his body taking in his outfit. It wasn't nearly a costume like everyone else. Instead, Blade was wearing his regular t-shirt, biker jacket, black jeans and boots and his grand

He was nowhere to be found on the dancefloor, and I couldn't see him by any of the bars either… “So, who are we looking for?” asked one of the technicians after I stared at one of the screens for several minutes. “An Asian guy, six feet tall, black hair, baby face,” I described. The technician blinked. “Anything more specific?” “He's got a blond, or rather, white strand on the left side,” I said. “We had a tiny accident in the lab... Never mind.” The other technician narrowed his eyes at the screen. “You mean this guy?” he pointed at the undoubtedly black-haired guy who was in the middle of an intense kissing session with some blonde in a piece of clothing that could hardly be called a dress