Bloody Fingers Book Novels & Stories

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.

She stepped back towards Corbin, closing the distance between her and his back. Beth had barely finished speaking when Corbin spun back around to face her in a blur. For a physically challenged and oversized wolf, he still moved inhumanly fast. His right arm extended as he swung around, barely missing Beth. It was only when Corbin stood completely still that I let my eyes wonder down his arm resting back at his side. His fingers were straight, but I noticed something drip just out of view. I continued looking down the length of his fingers and that is when I noticed the crimson claw that was extended from his index finger. It dripped something red onto the floor, and that was when I realised

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

Down at my hands which were a deathly gray, with thin black veins running up my arm. My fingernails had grown into sharp greyish claws that looked almost devilish. And the ground below my hands... It had been green with grass before. Now, the grass was dead. Withered and rotted so completely that they were black, leaning sadly against the ground. I gasped in shock, and pulled my hands away. The grass remained dead. When I reached out a clawed finger and touched it, it crumbled to ash. "What the fuck," Barry whispered.

and I couldn’t stop him before he makes a cut on his palm with the knife. Blood began dripping from his hand while I watch with a stunned expression. Right before my eyes, he takes up his hand to the collection of books and he lets his blood drop on one in particular. I couldn’t be more stunned to see it disappear right into the book with no trace of his blood on it before he puts his hand down.

I picked it up and chuckled. “What are the odds that if I pricked my finger and dropped a few droplets to this blank page that it would uncover some form of invisible writing on it. Chuckling at the insane thought, I decided to humor the idea. I pricked my finger with the needle and allowed some of the blood to fall onto the page. “If I get some kind of blood disease from using a random unsterile needle, I am going to hate myself,” I spoke. I watched as the book absorbed the blood leaving no stains or traces of any blood.

He met my gaze with his own and said, “You have taken my côck, little devil, which is thicker and wider than my three fingers. You can take them.” And then slowly, he stuffed his thick fingers inside me. He made me take them just as he had said. I clutched the sheet in my fingers as my stomach tightened and my pûssy stretched around his fingers. I whimpered and moaned aloud, I could feel my muscles trembling and stretching as he started to slowly fûck me with his thick fingers. “Open your eyes and look down at what I’m doing to you, little devil. To your pûssy that belongs to me. To your wet and dripping pûssy. Watch how it’s coating my fingers in its juices.”

She pulled it out of the scabbard slowly, revealing its shiny holden blade, which was way too captivating to take eyes off of it. The gold shone too bright even in the dim light of the day, it was pretty sharp to be tried upon anything, Murphy put her finger on it slowly, assessing the blade. Suddenly she got her finger slipped upon the sharp side of the blade, and in no time it cut sharply upon her hand, she pulled her away instantly and watched her finger bleed madly, "Oh, No! What have I done?". She felt dizzy at the sight of the blood oozing from her finger, she could feel the surrounding swarming before her eyes, dimming the visions, she fell on the floor of her room.

a soft chuckle stopped my awful rant and put my head down in embarrassment, I always get nervous around him and start blubbering stuff out. " it's okay" he says as he taps the book that's on my table, I watch the way his fingers move on the book and I admire the veins on his hands since he have this shirt rolled up a bit during the course of the day and oh don't get me started in those black and silver rings he have on his long fingers.

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,