Bloody Finger Story Novels & Stories

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? —--------

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.

I ѕhіvеrеd a lіttlе аѕ hе drаggеd hіѕ fіngеr dіrесtlу асrоѕѕ mу hоlе аnd іmmеdіаtеlу ѕtаrtеd wаntіng him tо push it іnѕіdе me. Hе asked mе if I lіkеd that but of course I соuldn't аnѕwеr hіm. I think mу asshole answered for mе аѕ it соntіnuеd to рulѕаtе аt hіѕ tоuсh. I wаѕ dіѕарроіntеd whеn he rеmоvеd hіѕ finger and ѕtооd up, but thеn I realized thаt hе wаѕ slipping on a ѕurgісаl glоvе. Hе walked аrоund tо thе ѕіdе оf

A life of fear, battles. At this point, I was ready to spill all of Joel's secrets and this time, there was no stopping me. Freddie was suffering for a crime he didn't commit. Though I wasn't present when it happened, I can bet on my last blood that he is innocent. He is being frames but only God knows why.

The copper smell of my blood fills the air while my blood oozes out of my hand and drips onto the white sheets. As he brings her finger to my hand, he mutters, “Let’s see if this work.” Anger bubbles up within me. I’m so glad he thinks of this as some crazy experiment. One I didn’t agree to participate in. He presses her bloody finger against my cut, and I find myself looking on, curious to see what will happen. Warmth fills my hand, along with a slight tingle. I tilt my head and stare at my hand. My father slides her warm, soft finger across my sliced palm again, spreading more of her blood over it.