Can't Use Festering Bloody Finger Mga Nobela at Kwento

The eyes were thrown around like toys and I was starting to feel sick. "For touching something which does not belong to you." Adrian said next. It didn't take a genius to find out that Micah then slashed the fingers off their hands, one by one, starting with the pointy finger and then on to the next. The fingers were unceremoniously thrown on the ground. The demons were screaming in pain, but still had rageful expressions on their faces. Their one eye socket bleeding down their face.

I remained limp in his grip, watching with detached interest. Suddenly, I lunged forward and smashed a glass cup that sat on the table. Before Lucas could react, I pressed my left thumb firmly onto the sharpest shard, dragging it across my flesh. Blood immediately welled from the deep cut, dripping onto the floor in a steady rhythm. The pain was intense, but I welcomed it. My fingerprint was now effectively destroyed—the dual system would remain inaccessible. "What the hell!" Lucas shouted, his face contorting with rage. "You crazy bitch!"

Grabbing onto whatever I can reach to help me onwards when my eye starts stinging insanely like it's being glued shut with something thick and warm. Grabbing at my face, smearing it to try and wipe it away, and making it worse, I catch the undeniable scent of blood and curse those damn ferals for making me bleed. I trace into my scalp where I must have collided with something in the water, and can’t do anything except rub my eye furiously while stumbling into the dark and trying to find a place within hopping distance to hide.

The reaction was instantaneous. The moment his fingers broke the surface, the clear spring water violently hissed and turned an ink-black color. A thick, foul-smelling gray smoke erupted from the basin. Felix let out a blood-curdling shriek of agony as the silver reacted to the dark, treasonous energy in his system. The skin of his forearms blistered and blackened, forming the jagged, bubbling scars known across the territories as the Traitor’s Mark. Remus lunged forward, grabbing Felix by his collar and slamming him flat onto the cold stone floor. Oscar drew his hunting knife, pinning Felix’s smoking wrist to the dirt.

Dexter The stench of blood and burning flesh clung to the air like a second skin. The battlefield—if that’s what you could call the wasteland of mangled bodies—was finally silent. Three fucking days of fighting, no food, barely any rest. Just steel against flesh, gunpowder thick in the wind, the cries of rogues as we cut them down before they could breach our borders. They had been desperate this time, coming in waves, clawing at any opening they could find. But they were fucking fools.

While hugging, she examined the wound. "You are a mess because of me." She said. "I know, I am a mess and that's the last thing you need right now... But this mess loves you endlessly." He confessed without breaking the hug. A few moments later, they both parted from the embrace. "Ah Silly me... I should have proposed you with a fresh rose." He said while glancing towards the bloodied rose. "I am super okay bukka. You yourself said, that the person should not be afraid of thorns If they crave for roses...and I am willing to take everything for you. Even though it is a Black Rose With Bloody Thorns, I don't mind at all." She said.

I can't believe he manages to smile at this situation. "Don't close your eyes, please." I tapped his cheeks. He is loosing a lot of blood, I can't even concentrate. "Ace." My body went cold as he slowly closes his eyes. ~~~~~

I rose to my feet "Barely, He still has three more Fingers and a thumb" I say stretching my arm out as I offered him the knife.

It was beginning to heal but she reached out another finger and slashed that same spot. This time, I cried out in pain. Someone pulled me just then. Someone was calling me but the voice sounded faint. Vespera wouldn't let me go. She held on to my arms and looked down at my stomach. "Tainted blood," She snarled and I didn't understand. "I won't let it see the light of the day." Before I could comprehend what she was trying to do, she reached out, her long, dangerous fingers headed for my stomach. My instinct took over and I managed to free my arms from her hold.