Bloody Finger Story Novels & Stories

It feels like my finger is being roasted itself! Sadly, there was no tap or source of water in the room. Meanwhile, my finger had already turned red and swollen from that one touch. So, I decided! I don't care about anything, all I need is water! I ran, attempting to walk out of the room, without caring about what Alpha Xander or the Omegas would think. I mean, my finger will obviously explode and burn to ashes if the hot feeling continues. I rushed past Alpha Xander and bumped into him. Hitting his body added to the pain. It was like hitting a pile of blocks. I managed to reach the landing and rush into the kitchen.

"O satanic Lord," Nothing. It was too early to give up, but I already did. My feet were cold, and my left index finger itched for whatever reason. "O satanic Lord," I dug in with my nail and began itching. "O satanic - ouch!" Blood. It was gushing like nothing I'd seen before, dripping on the floor like my finger was a man who'd just been decapitated. Luckily for me, I owned a first aid kit. Frown formed on my face as I grew immediately angry. Hail a satanic Lord, they said, not to maim yourself.

He took my hand in his and ran his thumb over it. - Who did it? For the first time I see such a huge cut, and even such a deep one. Just a small puncture is enough! Roland said indignantly. I was not going to tell him that he was very mistaken, perhaps the ladies were treated with reverence, but no one was particularly on ceremony with the orphans. One girl from my shelter was very afraid of blood, and I was told that during the test, frightened, she began to break out. Then the dark one squeezed her hand so much that he broke her thumb, and then the blood from the cut was barely stopped.

My body trembled violently, my fingers twitching as if they still felt the warmth of what I had done. The scent of blood was thick, pungent, and metallic, clinging to my skin like a curse I could never wash away. I forced myself to look down. My hands. They were covered in it. Crimson painted every ridge, every trembling knuckle, smeared up my arms, streaked across my bare skin in jagged, grotesque strokes. It dripped from my fingers onto the floor, forming tiny pools that reflected the flickering torchlight. What have I done?

Then dropped the bullet. “Bullshit!” He said after spitting out blood, his eyes red with rage, and Kaden’s eyes caught a few of his blown-off fingers; how did that happen so fast? —--------

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.

I stood up from the floor and dropped the clipper in my hand, ignoring the clattering sound it made. “I didn’t do it!” The man pleaded when he saw me looking at his other finger. “You know what they say about dead men not being able to tell a tale?” I asked, looking at his bleeding finger and the small pool of blood that it was making on the floor. “That’s to tell you that I can off you at any time and no one would know or hear about the secrets you know anymore.” “What do you want?” He cried, obviously feeling pain from the loss of his finger.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

Pouring some water in the sink I start washing the first cup when I begin to feel funny, something is going on in my body and I have to hold on to the sink with one hand. My fingers start to hurt really bad and the cup I was holding in my hand gets crushed in my palm, seeing the water get coated red when suddenly long, sharp claws slip out from my fingers and everything around me is coated in a golden color. It's painful and I can't hold on to the sink any longer when I fall back to the ground with a thud. Hearing heavy footsteps rushing over to where I'm laying in pain on the floor and trying to get some air down my lungs. Holding my jaw shut tight to prevent myself from screaming out the p

But because he has five fingers I can not defeat them and when he hits me once he uses that chance to stab me. I shout in pain I could feel his finger stabbing me and it deeper and deeper each second that I moved. "Do you know that I could sip your whole body slowly if I would stay like this… do you feel that I'm slowly sipping your blood? And do you know what would be next? I would be going to sip inside of you after the blood?" That was what the mythical creature said.