Can't Use Festering Bloody Finger の小説・ストーリー

I clenched my fingers against the soles of my hand, which made the young man let out a muffled cry from his depths because of my fingers, which were stuck in the bottom of his body, groping his intestines with narcissism, as if the madness that touched me was not enough. I began to rip his body with my fingers until her legs were amputated, and his limbs bled dark blood, and the vital fluids of his body watered his spot from the ground and covered the orchids next to him. "Do you feel it?" I cried out in a deep tone of madness, and the young man cried for help from the rest of his people who had perished faster than he did. Jongin finished his work and walked towards me with bloody hands, wh

"I am. Because you made me one, remember?" She looked defeated. Broken. The fire that had burned in the hospital wing had gone out, leaving her small and fragile and trapped. Good. That's what I wanted. So why do I hate it? I pulled the ceremonial dagger from my belt, the one used for pack oaths, and sliced my palm without flinching. Blood welled, dark and rich, and her eyes fixed on it with that strange hunger I had seen in vampires before. But different. She looked hungry and horrified at the same time, like she was fighting herself.

ARIEL I screamed again, my voice echoing off the walls as I stared at my hand. The blood was still there, thick and bright, running over my fingers like a curse I couldn’t wash away. My whole palm throbbed. The pain was sharp and real, not fading at all. "What the hell is happening?" I gasped, clutching my wrist as the tears blurred my vision.

I could smell and taste their flesh in it. "Howl." I howled forcefully at the full moon. "I will now get all the flesh I want in the world." I growled and broke into a run. I ran towards the venue of the festival and attacked all of them unaware, tearing them apart with my fangs and claws and having a taste of their flesh. "This feels so good." I said to myself, biting off the meat from my hands. And that was how I brutally murdered all my pack members. I wanted more meat and I kept wandering through the lands, searching for packs and hoping my wildness would calm down and I'd get free meals provided I came in peace and not killed anyone.

–Use his body against him–He says through the mind link. I drop to the floor completely, which surprises the guy on my back and his hands ease up just so slightly, giving me the opportunity to snap my teeth down, trapping his fingers in my mouth. He slides off my back to the side, crying out in pain as I shake my head wildly, the taste of his stale blood pooling in my mouth just before his fingers release from their anchor and lay loosely against my tongue. I spit them out, hating the taste as he gapes at his mangled hands.

“You can't kill me.” “Ye wena nja, you think this is your mother's house?” Sanele says, a menacing look on his face. “And why can't we kill you exactly?” Snakes eyes Fingers disgustingly. Fingers chuckle devilishly, coughing out blood. Muzi and Ntanga had given him some mean punches. He looked like an animal from a horror movie, his face was buttered up with blood, swollen and his lips were cut too.

The veiny shaft was making a mess on his abdomen. He gripped his shaft in his hand and began to jerk off. His eyes were fixed on my finger that was moving in and out of me.He started to jerk off faster. Seeing him like this my fingers started moving in and out faster. "Ah fuck ah ". " Add another finger".I entered the second finger. I stretched more. My juice was flowing out of my whole, making a mess of my fingers and bedsheet after running down from the crack of my ass. Zander could not take it anymore. He pulled my fingers out and began to lap them clean.

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.

he mutters. “You know what? I have had enough of you and your fucking mouth!” I squeeze my fist as hard as I can, ignoring the pain and the blood that comes from my nails digging into my skin. I swing my hand toward Godfrey, letting droplets of my blood touch his skin—necessary for the hex I am performing. I chant under my breath, my eyes locked on him.

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?