Bloody Finger Story Novels & Stories

The head priest would die of shock if he ever heard someone say that. House Silverclaw sent us a severed index finger in a box. It looked like it belonged to Sully. The skin color was the same. So was the small scar that Sully got when she accidentally cut her hand in a sharp blade; the wound was deep and took a long time to heal, leaving a scar as a reminder.

A scream ripped from my throat as blood poured from the stump where my finger had been. "I swear I didn't!" I shouted, tears blurring my vision. "Hmmm," Damien mused, walking in a slow circle around me. "Maybe you didn't. Perhaps," he said, stopping directly in front of me, "you told someone about it." "No!" I gasped, shaking my head frantically. "I didn't-" Before the words were fully out of my mouth, another searing jolt of pain shot through me. I glanced down in horror to see my second finger rolling across the dusty floor.

The Death lord trailed off and in less than five seconds, the little finger of the infiltrator was cut off by the Death lord. "Ahh!" The man screamed in agony as his finger got cut off. The pain was extreme that his vain were visible now. His cries had woken up his partner whose eyes widened when he saw his friend finger been cut off. The Death lord held unto the already cut finger of the infiltrator, "you see this, I will definitely gift this to your daughter personally, what do you say?" The Death lord asked. "Please...please...I will speak," The man spoke in pan and struggle. "One down, nine more fingers to go," The Death lord said with a smirk on his face.

he screamed, They dragged him to the table at the center and held his hands on top of it, smiling I took a knife and walked to him, “Which finger deserves to pay?,” With a snarl, “Hold him down,” other guards held him down as he begged for mercy, mercy? That didn't exist in my world and soon my world will rule over others. Slowly I cut his pinky finger off and blood splattered on the table and his screams filled the room.

"What are you doing?" Ian panicked and struggled with all his might, but he could not get away. 10 seconds passed quickly and Big Ken broke Ian's index finger without any hesitation. "Ah..." Ian let out a heart-rending scream but it was lost in the endless wilderness. It was a place where nobody would be able to hear one’s screams. Big Ken grabbed the middle finger of Ian's right hand again and said slowly, "There’s no hurry, you can think about it slowly. You still have 9 fingers, which means you have 9 more chances. After that, it won't just be your fingers that’ll be broken..."

She puffs. “Your finger is bleeding,” I speak, finally. I hold her hand gently and take a look at her bleeding finger. “You call this not getting injured often?” “I-” She pauses. “My finger was stuck when I closed the box. I yanked my hand and the box fell.” “You are so clumsy.” I press her distal phalanx tightly, causing the blood to ooze out even more. Hm…Intoxicating~ My instincts are threatening to overpower my control. An immense desire to suck on her finger to taste a small drop of the crimson liquid gnaws me.

" she said and tied their mouths..after tying up she took hand of one of them, grab his middle finger and cut it into two pieces with the speed of light..and did the same with all of them.. They were trying to shout and resist as much as they could but everything looked like a failure to them.. Rose went behind them and opened their mouth.."Now tell me, who was it??" "We really.."one of them tried to say but was interrupted. "Just know that you still have 19 fingers left.."she smiled devilishly. "His..his..Uncle." One of them shouted. Arthur who was shocked from the cruel scene of finger cutting in front of him was dumbfounded and couldn't hear a thing at all.

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.

The thoughts made her get her baby blades, and the first place that got cut were Sancho's fingers. The fingers he held the guns with to shoot her parents, those f**king fingers! His cries flew into the night sky, sending signals to the birds and flies, he's in the 99th hell as she cut off the fingers of his second hand too, picturing how he shot the gun in her head. The fingers fell on the ground like raw grains of rice, and she went for his arms next, cutting them off completely at once. "F**k!" Sylvester spat as he witnessed the arms going down.

The driver's neck was about to break, and his eyes were rolling. Anthony threw him on the ground and cut off two of his fingers. "Ahhh!" the driver screamed, rolling while clutching his hand. "How many fingers can you take?" Anthony seemed to be a devil crawling out of hell. As he spoke, a cold light flashed, and he cut off two more fingers. "Ahhhhhh!" The driver almost fainted from the pain. His body convulsed as he stammered, "I…I'll talk… They took another car… They left…"