Deku Loses His Arms Novels & Stories

Deke was the nearest testosterone-based mammal, so he’d have to do as her temper’s whipping boy. “You think?” she shot back sarcastically as she stepped away from the table. Her legs collapsed out from under her. If Deke hadn’t been quick to reach out and grab her, she would have fallen in an ignominious heap to the cold cement floor. With a curse, he lifted her into his arms, up against the hard heat of his chest. “You have every right to be pissed at Jack.” Morgan covered her swollen nipples with her arms and glanced up into the unreadable angles of Deke’s strong-boned face. “You’re not going to take Jack’s side?”

He fell to the ground, groaning in pain as he became armless, his legs wobbling as he fell to the ground, with loud screams he released, but none of it would relief him the pain he felt. He had sweat rolling down his eyes, he wondered what more the night had for him, or maybe not the night, but what this monster had for him all through the night. He wished for death, but maybe the one who would summon death up upon him, the one who stood in front of him was not willing to hand him over to the cold hands of death. From his packs loss to Richard and his men, to the death of his beloveth, his heir and his only begotten son, and now loosing his arms to this cruel being in front of him, what more

My arm is an essential region of my body. Surviving without it is barely Impossible. I've got speed healing and regeneration but it's pretty slow to heal such extreme injury as a detached arm. It's require months to grow. It's really suffering. Am already in excessive suffering and desire not venture into another. More may eventually result my death so detached arm ain't a wise choice. And to my mate. The heart warming demi god. We're same. He's part me and I him. Sacrificing him is Impossible.

I screamed. Arki’s both hands grabbing the sword were lying on the deck. Arki stood with his blood vessels and nerves hanging loose. Blood spurted from his arms, raining into a blood puddle created beneath his feet. Arki fell to his knees, his eyes frozen in horror as he stared at his torn off hands. I had lost all the strength in my body. The attackers roared and sprinted towards me. I covered my head with my hands. Something dripped on my head and slithered onto my back.

And I would do whatever it took to get it. Just then, the block of ice shielding me moved, sending a jolt of surprise up my spine. Shit! She found me. I didn't even see the attack until it sunk deep into my left shoulder. A water tentacle cut through my armour, pulling an ear-piercing howl from me. I gathered up all the strength I had in me and used the huge ice block to push Araknee back, yanking her sharp water tentacle out of my arm. My face scrunched up in agonising pain. The blood oozed out in pools, coating the rest of my armour in red. Araknee had opened up a huge gash in the joint between my left arm and shoulder. The edges of my flesh had parted cleanly, exposing tendons of muscle a

I pressed my hand against the graze on my side and tried to stay focused. When we reached the estate, the medical wing was already full. I walked through the cots, talking to every man who was awake. One of them, a young guard named Tomas, had lost his right arm. He looked up at me with wide, scared eyes. “La Signora… did we win?” I knelt beside his cot and took his good hand. “We did. The depot is gone. Their supply line is broken. You fought hard, Tomas. You did good.”

"Are we dead? Have I lost an arm or a leg? We came back to tell you that the coven of women has been destroyed—by Dante’s hand, no less!" The words were barely out of Aaron's mouth before Djurek’s fist came flying, landing a brutal punch on Aaron’s nose. Aaron staggered back, blood dripping from his nostrils, but he quickly recovered, his anger boiling over as he lunged forward. In retaliation, he delivered a swift kick to Djurek's midsection, sending him reeling. “No!” I cried, my voice thick with desperation. “You two need to act like the adults you are! This doesn’t make any sense!”

“Not only that but she started a thousand-year war that resulted in the meaningless death of thousands of witches and werewolves because she was greedy!” I was on the verge of losing my cool as I spoke. Iran was boiling and I was fighting hard to keep him buried. Deucalion only watched me without a word and it made me let out a roar. “I lost my parents to that war, Duke!” “We both lost people who were dear to us, Issa, I had a son!” Deucalion thundered. “What?” His daughters exclaimed in unison. “We had a brother?” Iris asked. Deaucalion shook his head. I knew that he did not have the strength to say what happened to his first son.

Flesh and blood burst out of his shoulder. "No!" Deus would not roll over and die. At the end of the battle, his will to live and preserve himself was overwhelming. He clenched his jaw and broke his right arm completely, freeing the rest of his body for a chance to flee. Logan had not planned to let him live at all. As soon as Deus' shoulder broke, Logan stomped on Deus' chest with the force of a runaway truck. Blood gurgled out of Deus' mouth. His body was as tough as steel itself, yet it crumbled under Logan's force.

The top warriors who had faced Waska however knew, that whenever Waska switched to his left hand, it was unlikely that you would leave his presence with all your parts intact! Looking at Waska’s empty left forearm, many of the Elders sighed in pity. Waska’s legend was no more. One of the strongest warriors to ever be born to the Barbarian Tribe had been lost. No matter how much talent Waska had, to retrain his right arm to the level of his left was almost impossible. Besides, his movements would change given that he was missing an arm. The great Mad Flame would never be whole again. And neither would Rasa.