Can't Use Festering Bloody Finger Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I bent over dapping my fingers in the blood, inhaling the long-forgotten scent of Fenrir blood. It's time to go home.

Grabbing his right index finger, my face twists with disgust as his sweaty skin moisten my fingers. With a grunt, I pull his finger into the cutter, clamping hard on it. His screams tear through the room, but I don't stop until I hear his bone crack, and the finger drops to the floor. Blood sputters all over the place, staining my black shirt as he shakes the finger vigorously. “Wanna play again?” I smirk, my eyes darting towards his left hand. “Fuck you! Argh!” He curses, groaning as his blood drips to the floor.

He soon smashed into the ground, his body shaking and convulsing uncontrollably. Cold sweat bathed his entire injured body. A wretched expression colored his pale face. He was crippled! Just like that! “Aaaaagh!” “What’s going on here?” “What the hell is going on here?” “Did he just cripple Senior Foster with one finger?!” “Did Senior Foster underestimate his opponent?!” The women were all filled with utter disbelief. Senior Foster was a King of Arms at his peak! How could he not even block a single move? Ken’s expression changed slightly at this. He thought of another possibility.

I pull the robe back up, suddenly feeling chilled. “Like I said, it’s nothing I can’t handle. But I do need your blood.” “Now?” I raise an eyebrow. “Yes. Only a small amount.” “Uh, okay.” I extend my hand. Lucas takes it and brings my finger up to a fang. “Wait, no!” He flicks his eyes to mine. “No?” “Not my fingertip. Do you know how much I use my fingers? All the time. Even a paper cut takes forever to heal on your fingertip.”

“Rot. Look at your fingers.” “OH, GOD! KELLY!!!” I got shaken by Frix’s panicking voice and looked at the fingers of my injured arm. The tips of my fingers are already bluish-black and I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t move a muscle in my arm. “Should as well just cut it off before the poison circulates inside your body,” the stranger said with an uncaring look and took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit it. The smell made me grimace.

Although the Fiends liked fighting, they were also overwhelmed by fear when faced with such a terrifying battle. However, the ripples that spread out would turn them into mists of blood the moment they touched it. The blood sea roared angrily and rolled up a blood wave that was hundreds of meters high. A Fiend Hand, which covered the stars, slammed toward Chu Xun fiercely. Chu Xun used his skill at will. Demon-slain Finger -- Shaking the sky with the fourth finger. Rumble! The battle in the starry sky pressed the entire platform to the extent to crack. The terrifying momentum caused the thousands of troops of the Fiends and Blood race to spit out blood.

he responds as he tightens his grip on my hand, making me wince as a tiny blade from his ring pierces my finger, letting blood ooze. Esther was right. They are suspecting me—

The well-defined muscles rippling beneath that well-tanned skin … In frustration, I clutched the pillow to my chest and hissed when I felt that strange spark on my fingers. Shit! I wish I could chop off my hands. “What the hell, Eric? Your mark is torturing me, As*shole! What have you done to my fingers?” I wish he was there, and I could kill him with my hands. Ouch. The burning of my fingertips was elevating. I tossed away the pillow, I was holding a few moments ago and got to my feet. “it’s not pain, it’s a blessing.” The grumpy man's voice rang in my head. Blessing? My foot!

I asked, tilting my head to see if the thorns had pierced his skin. My eyes widened when I saw blood gushing out of his fingers. "Oh no!" I felt sick watching his blood. He was clenching the rose with his bloody hand. I quickly put the book and sample herbs on the ground and grabbed his hand. "You are bleeding!" He tried to yank his hand. "That's nothing." I tightened my grip and looked at him. "Stop pretending like nothing hurts you." He seemed to be frozen by my words. I unclenched his fingers and saw his bloody fingers and palm. The thorns were really sharp.