Can't Use Festering Bloody Finger Novelas e Histórias

I use the bony tip of my finger like a spatula to scrape the dirt from my eyes. Oh-ho-ho-oh. You and all those disgusting weres hiding you think you’re sooo clever. We’ll see about that. We’ll just see about that. See, you weren’t clever enough to make sure I was dead, were you? Nope. I’d huff right now if absolutely every square inch of me wasn’t screaming with pain.

I could use them. I closed my eyes again and focused. The shift came slowly—only one finger. I extended my claw on my right index finger. It grew long, sharp, and black. I pressed it against the soft spot. I started scratching. It hurt. The claw bent slightly against the stone, sending sharp pain up my finger. But the cement gave way—slowly, bit by bit. I kept going. Scratching. Piercing. Digging. Twenty minutes passed. My finger bled. My hand shook. Sweat ran down my face. But I did not stop. I could not stop.

His fingers dug into the fur. "I said," Barzil choked out. Blood bubbled past his lips—frothy and bright. "Stand... down."

Her nails wer/e also digging in her palm, and blood slowly drips from it. "Father, remember that this useless bug you used to crush underneath your soles, will grow into a venomous butterfly and quaff every drop of your blood to death," Celestin said with her whole being wrapped with a murderous aura.

My cheeks already tear-stained. Then, He took another device in his hand and said putting it between my two-finger," this is called finger cutter. They are used for cutting fingers of those who touch something which shouldn't be touched". Hearing him my voice become stuck inside my throat and now I am only shedding my tears. Is he going to use them on me? This question is making my blood freeze. He removed that device from my fingers and kissed my both knuckles. His weird behaviour is increasing my fear on another level.

🦪 DORA 🦪 Gathering the last strength flowing in my veins, I pop out my middle finger from the arm lying numb on the ground, raise it to his neck, stabbing him with it, so deeply. Not once, not twice, at least 10times with the same effect and speed. Another lesson learned, ‘Always fix your nails, make them sharp and pointy, it serves as a weapon and self-defense sometimes. In this ridiculously cruel world that cheats ladies, we do need a weapon.’

As the faint sound of me slicing through the bone and his screams of anguish intertwine, blood begins to spurt from his wound. It's like a beautiful symphony being composed by me. The finger falls to the ground with a gentle thud, and I twist my foot as I step on it, crushing it. "You savage mother fucker!" He cries out, as I wipe the bloodstained blade on his shirt.

Philip's huge body returned to its normal appearance, and there was a wound in his chest injured by the giant black finger. Philip found that the wound was surrounded by a trace of strange black energy, which was constantly destroying his body. Philip’s energy was no match for it, so he had no choice but to use the Frosty Flame to freeze the wound. Looking at the black giant finger that had not disappeared, Philip shouted coldly, “Chimera God Fist!” In an instant, his whole body was covered with Frosty Flames. A huge fist shadow appeared, and the surrounding space was filled with frost.

My fists flew into a nearby tree of their own accord, trying to beat away the suffering within me. I heard something inside gasp in fear, I stopped the beating as the shock lanced me. My fist still hung in the air, blood dripping from my open knuckles. I sniffed, the scent was so similar to the forest I hadn’t picked it out before, but now I was certain it was something separate. It was similar to Hazel but decidedly less delicious. I lifted my bloody fist to the tree and knocked.

He slipped two thick, calloused fingers past the cotton barrier. I was completely, shamelessly slick. * * *