Bloodied Hands Adelaide Forrest Novels & Stories

Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat. “You know,” Jesse said, examining the dust-covered vending machine near the cracked wall. “There’s a fifty-fifty chance this thing dispenses snacks or severed fingers, which one do you wanna bet on?” Marcus grunted, prying open a boarded door with a rusted crowbar. “Better odds than usual, I call severed fingers.” Jesse opened the outlets and sure enough there was a severed hand inside it. “Sharp intuition you have, you know if the world hadn't gone into chaos, you would have won a guessing game show.”

She ran straight into Ethan's arms, trembling like a fragile, helpless bird. "Impressive, Mr. West. Truly, you're a once-in-a-lifetime perfect husband," Amber mocked, her every word like a slap across Ethan's face. However, his body instinctively shielded the woman in his arms. I looked into his eyes, my body pressed against the railing. I calmly said, "Ethan West, you want me dead." His brows furrowed even deeper. He denied it, saying he did not want to play childish games with me anymore.

Pushing the baggy top over her head, Adelaide's hands trembled for a moment. She ran her hair through her hair, trying to shake off whatever dirt it must have caught. She needed to look clean. She needed to be beautiful and she was desperate to get her hands on some things. A lot of things. Her fingers reached under her baggy T-shirt to stroke the bruises she had newly acquired under it. By now, the spot had turned purple and it still hurt as much as it did when she had first gone through the experience.

My fingers trembled as I reached up and touched under my nose. Blood. I pulled my hand back and stared at my palm. “What the hell…” I whispered. It kept coming. Dripping down my lips. My chin. The pain… God, the pain. I started to shake. “Elsie… I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I’ve never…never been this helpless. I’ve fought all my life and I’ve never felt this small—this broken.” Elsie crouched beside me, gripping my face in her hands. “You’re not dying. I swear to God, you’re not dying. But I’m taking you to the hospital. Right now.”

Hereafter, I would be somebody but still me who has successfully see things positively, with the strangers I am with until I open my blind eyes, to the path only a few of my kind have ever reach. I was the Del Heras heiress. Now, I am the Avery Maureen of Forest Survival that will stop the havoc of every haywire heart and mess mind while altering the wrecked perspectives of each untwisted truth in between of lies.

At seeing her cry over him. I wasn’t even thinking, my body just moved. They had all been so kind to me. I knelt on the other side of Brad. Once beside him I ripped away the gauze and bandages on his chest. Then I pushed my hands into his wounds. My fingers touched the bone, muscle, and organs inside him. The rushing sound got stronger and so did the pain I felt from him. I could feel his lungs fluttering against my fingers and his thick hot blood pooled around me. I felt myself pulling his blood into me. I saw it travel up my arms like veins on the outside of my skin until I had absorbed it all. Then I pushed it all back into him and as I did his lungs reinflated, the arteries closed, I fel

The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat. Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

Rainn got up off the floor and looked down at himself. His hands and knees were covered in blood. He ran outside to the water trough and tried to scrub his mother's blood from his body as tears streamed down his face. His hands would never be clean again. He scrubbed them until they were almost raw. He wanted to see his father, but Ard’als men would not let him get close.

My chest heaved, and I gazed at my hands in shock before I looked back at the dead vampire. It was not possible. What had I done? What had I become? The scales on my hands and the long claws shimmering made me jump back in shock. They coated different layers of my skin and were a shimmering greenish-blue color that dazzled the eye. Whatever I was, as I stared at Hayden, I knew exactly what I had to do. Seth was being deceived and was going to be killed once Masika succeed in bringing him back to the island but I wasn't going to allow it.

Above Auckland, the stars shimmered like scattered diamonds, mirroring the golden city lights below. The night pulsed with energy—alive, unapologetic, and restless. In one of the city's affluent neighborhoods, a young woman danced alone in her bedroom, music loud, spirit louder. Andra Anderson. Tomboy. Rule-breaker. Wild-hearted and free.