Cursed Knuckles Novels & Stories

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

" She held up her wrist, showcasing a sparkling green bracelet. Then, she smirked, pointing at the simple bracelet on my wrist. "Do you really think Ethan bought that especially for you? It's just a freebie that came with mine. You're only fit for my hand-me-downs!" I glanced down at my bracelet. It was a birthday gift from Ethan a few months ago, and I had always treasured it even though it was not expensive. Yet, it had unexpectedly become Mandy's tool for humiliation, a weapon to wound me.

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.

“What’s wrong with my hand Van…? Goodness!” A part of Kirsten’s right hand, her palm to be exact had turned to glass. It was a good thing that she managed to keep her voice down or else the woman might hear them. And she isn’t the only one. Alice is now eyeing her glass thumb with blank horror in her eyes. Don checks his own hands, and to his relief they are still fleshy and normal. “Don is the first to wake up, so the curse is yet to affect him,” Van said to himself. And what if they stayed asleep and didn’t wake up? Would the curse spread and turn them into glass sculptures? Van simply doesn’t want to think about it.

Then again, his face this time, his head snapping sideways into the wall. Again, right to his stomach. Again, to his chest this time. Again, and again, and again, each kick heavier than the last, each one fueled by a vicious grin spreading across my face. Knuckles, the monster of bare-knuckle fights, the thug whose fists had broken more men than bullets ever could, was reduced to a writhing heap under my boot. His curses became sobs, rage breaking into helpless, choking gasps. His eyes were wide, hateful, and terrified. Those eyes finally told me what I wanted to see.

He kept walking. "FIRE!" The turrets spun up. The soldiers raised their rifles. Jack raised his right hand. The Cursed Hand. He didn't use a shield. He didn't use a blast. He snapped his fingers. CLICK. The sound was small, but the effect was massive. The Curse flared. A pulse of black anti-magic rippled out. It hit the turrets. Their targeting sensors went blind. They spun wildly, firing into the ceiling, shattering the chandeliers. Glass rained down like diamonds.

Instinct took over and with the guidance of Scarlett, the baby latched onto her mother’s breast. “Definitely my child.” Knuckles murmured as he gently brushed his hand over her soft red curls. Protect what’s mine The tattoos over his knuckles held a new meaning as he looked at them holding his daughter. Neither saw Siobhan as she snapped a picture of them. Nessie leaning against Knuckles’ bare chest with Abigail at her breast. Finger tattoos proclaiming PROTECT WHAT’S MINE cupped the tiny head. The other hand declaring DEFEND WHAT’S MINE were interlaced with smaller fingers with runes on them holding the small body.

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

"I have something that might slow it but…" "No time." Killian reached behind his neck with his free hand and pulled out something I'd never seen before. A silver needle. Long and thin. With runes carved along its length. "What is that?" I asked. "Emergency measure." Killian's hand was shaking so bad he could barely hold the needle steady. "For if the curse ever got too strong. It'll buy you maybe ten minutes before…" He didn't finish. Just drove the needle into the base of his skull.

He had this sweet male scent and it made me want to snuggle beneath his arms. “Aw.” I winced, feeling the slight sting of pain as I accidentally scraped my right thumb against the slide and blood started dripping on my hand. Oh, crap! This is what you get for fantasizing, Cassidy! I scolded myself and reached for my hanky in my bag when all of a sudden, Caleb harshly stood up, knocking his chair down while glaring menacingly at my bloody thumb. “What is the matter, Mr. Scovell?” Mrs. Williams asked, surprised at his sudden action. The students were now gaping at us. Caleb didn't answer but kept glaring at me, specifically at my wounded thumb while covering his nose with his hand.