Bloody Finger Story Novels & Stories

almost so politely. With the shivering hand, I took the needle out from the small rectangular box and pressed into his index finger, blood oozed out of his finger like a waterfall and I placed a glass plate beside the flow and stored some amount of blood. Quickly, I wiped his finger with the cotton but the blood flow doesn't stop a bit. Without thinking I brought the tip of his index finger to my mouth and sucked until the flow stopped. He, on the other hand, shut his eyes tightly like he is controlling his beast, the vein in his neck popped visibly that sent a chill to my spine.

My canines and claws retracted, satisfied with their slaughter. I dipped my fingers into the warm blood that cascaded in a stream from his neck as he bled out. I inhaled deeply the metallic fragrance. I held my hand up in the moonlight as the blood trickled down my fingers. I devoured every bead off of my fingers, savoring the flavor of death. I crouched as I dipped my index finger back into his warm neck before dragging it through the dirt by the corpse. I internally chuckled to myself, I channeled my inner child finger painting. Once I was satisfied with my message I stretched before taking to the trees once again.

Especially if that person was trying to quickly make his get away. I searched beneath the pieces of cloth feeling a sharp pain shoot up from my fingers. I hissed, bringing my hand out of the pile instinctively. Thick red liquid flowed from the little cut on my middle finger, i winced feeling the sting of pain course through my body once more. Blood!. I brought my injured finger to my mouth, sucking on it. The metallic sour taste filled my tongue......it was indeed blood. That meant something sharp was hidden beneath the scraps of red cloth. Gently, i picked out each scraped fabric - piece by piece, revealing a steel sharp razor that laid idly on the floor.

I immediately sucked the blood on my finger and Beth's eyes grew bigger at what I did. "What are you doing?!"Beth asked me emphatically. "I suck to stop the bleeding" I replied. "Do you have a Vampire blood?,"she asked me again "Calm down,Beth.I know what I'm doing, okay?" I replied to her. She sighed at what I said.I was disgusted with myself as to why I was careless.The bleeding on my finger stopped but it was still painful.I just couldn't stop the pain.But i still brought the food to put down on the table.

At last, he took a knife and chopped one of his fingers off violently. As soon as Chester received an emergency call in the middle of the night, he rushed to the hospital. After the doctor bandaged Shaun’s wound, Chester looked at his hand from which a finger was missing. A grim look flashed in his eyes. “Shaun, you’re f*cking crazy.” “It’s just a finger, not a hand.” Shaun bit his pale, thin lips. “This is much better. I don’t owe anyone now, and there won’t be a distance between her and me anymore.”

I did not want to tell him that…it was much too embarrassing. "You cut yourself," he said, turning my hand to get a better view of the horizontal cuts that was seeping with blood. "Um, yeah it's fine. I'll just rinse it off." Before I could turn on the tap, he grabbed my hand and pulled it slowly to his lips. Gently, he kissed the bloody finger. "This…is a blood pact." My chest constricted.

When Harry returned home, Joyce quickly approached him and said, "Harry, you're back." When Harry looked at Joyce's smiling face, all he could see was Summer's face covered in tangled hair and her eyes filled with hatred. "How did Summer lose the ring finger on her right hand?" he asked sternly. Joyce's smile froze, and she awkwardly asked, "Why are you suddenly asking about that?" "Tell me how she lost her finger," he insisted. "It was an accident. She got into a conflict with another patient in the hospital. That patient somehow had a hidden knife and cut off her ring finger. The finger couldn't be found in the chaos, and it was too late for reattachment," Joyce explained.

He said and with that, he placed his hand on my three anchor fingers, causing my heart to skip a beat. He smirked. I didn’t understand what he was about to do or get the chance to retaliate when I did as he instantly grabbed one of my fingers and snapped it off. He snapped it completely off my hand and I groaned loudly in pain now as I watched myself bleed from the spot where one of my fingers once occupied. I could see just the remnant bone of that finger and the horror of the sight scared me. And while the Dark One reveled in his win, I realized something else that scared me. I was on the verge of falling now.

But the sick pedophile still gave her a defiant smile. He had also lost another finger and three of his toes. All of them now burned stumps, a crude attempt to keep him from bleeding to death too quickly. But what used to be his kneecaps was now skin graded down to nothing but bone. Amber looked away quickly as her stomach started to churn. The smell of both dried and fresh blood in the air also wasn’t helping any. “So nice of you to join us Giovanna,” said the Hatter, “and just in time to uphold your end of the bargain. Cut off his head? Eye for an eye.”

“I guess we are going to have to do this the hard way.” I took one of his fingers and placed it between the pliers’ teeth. I paused for effect, but the wolf only glared at me. “Suite yourself.” I clamped down on his finger, and his finger gave a pleasant crunching sound. He screamed. I released his finger and looked down at it. His finger was already turning a purple-reddish color. In about two minutes, the finger would be as good as new, then I could continue.