روايات وقصص ضمن Bloody Finger Story

"Okay, I had to take my breath there. So, the peoples' cries alerted Generosasis, with nothing left in her heart but hatred and the cloud above her eyes sprouted by betrayal— she couldn't decipher anything but follow her instincts. She roared in anger, and a ball of fire rolled out of her enormous mouth, hitting the houses across the library. That night, some generations perished, and hundreds of people died, Dordin being one of them. Generosasis murdered the man she claimed to love, she murdered her sister and a dozen families. Now, Deborah, that is the tale of Dordin, what do you think about it?" I cleared my throat, "I think it's the most fascinating story, I also think Dordin's story sho

" I crawled over to Jayden's lifeless body which lay on the bed, my fingers roamed on the woven mat where Jayden was lying. I was going to touch him, I touched him. I suddenly felt my body pushed back and I hit my head on the linoleum. My hands laid smoothly in a straight line. “chop off her pinky fingers from her right hand." I wept not dragging with them, as a sharp blade was raised, and in a glance my pi my fingers rolled off. The air in my lungs all escaped, I was weak and battered to scream, I was just still with my eyes looking at my pinky fingers which struggled for life, in a blink it turned black. “Suck him without touching his body, or else I'll chop off your fingers! You're useles

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.

I froze. There was something wrong. Something violated. Tender. Marked. My fingers trembled as I slid them beneath the sheets, down between my legs. My breath caught. The sensation was raw, the skin there swollen and sticky with dried fluids. Some patches had a crusted texture that was unmistakably blood. I pulled my hand back. Crimson specks clung to my fingers like some cursed reminder. I didn’t cry. Nor did I Didn’t scream. Instead, I smirked.

I held one of the five fingers of his right hand. "What are… you… planning to…do?" I gave him an innocent smile, then placed the clipper on the finger and clapsed it together. The bone in the finger cracked and a loud howling, painful sound vibrated through the room. My wolf jumped happily, finally happy to gey the exact fear he wanted. I watched as the finger fell to the floor and blood began to drip from the open wound. I held the second finger and repeated the action, earning myself the same result. Just as I pocked the third finger, a voice came from the door of the basement.

Nothing. I gasped when a nymph appeared in front of me and pointed at the little wolf. The little wolf beside me barked. I felt him licking my finger tips. Suddenly I felt a little prick on my fingers and saw that the little wolf bit me. "Ow!" If only my arm didn't hurt that bad I would have drawn back but no. I don't care anymore. I might be good as dead. The little wolf started licking the blood on my fingertips and even rubbing his head on the wounded finger staining the top of his head with blood.

She wanted him and allowed him back into her life. He remembered how she wanted more and more. He was not a gentle guy in bed. But he tried his best to be gentle with her. He cut his finger a little bit while chopping vegetables. He saw blood oozing from it. He washed his finger and wiped it with a towel, thinking that it would heal very soon. Then he started to work again. But he was surprised that his finger did not heal. He frowned and examined the fresh blood coming from it.

Callan was really ruthless! "Master Handerson!" Nick was shocked and hurried forward to hold Callan. Callan gasped and was sweating. The long bench was already bloody. His left little finger had been cut off! It was said that ten fingers were linked to the heart. Even he could not bear this pain. "Is that enough? Are you satisfied now? I cut my finger off today in exchange for a chance of my child's survival. The things I promised you will remain the same! Is that okay?"

I exhale loudly and make to snap the book shut but the sharp end prick my finger. With a hiss under my breath, I press my finger tightly as tiny drops of blood trickles down. The blood drops on the page and like a mystery, words begin to form, unraveling themselves. I watch with shock, my heart pounding against my ribcage at the swirling letters that aren't there before. As soon as it starts, the strokes end. I glance warily at my finger which has healed instantly and with my pulse spiking, I read the words; ‘Rare is the blood born beneath the crimson gaze of the moon,

The box left my grip and he removed the picture with his gloved hands. “Something’s written at the back,” I pointed out. He flipped the paper. “Written with blood,” he added with a frown that matched mine. “Human blood?” Sarah questioned, her face cutely squeezed with disgust, her feet stepping back by three steps. “Don’t tell me the one on the floor is human too? Even the finger?” “I doubt it,” Ray replied. “It seems fake.” “What’s the bloody message saying?” I pushed him to reveal it. “Uh, let’s see… Swear? Swear, I am…” His eyes squinted. “... going to… bu… butcher your finger next.” He looked up. “They wrote it weirdly. But that’s it.”