Novel & Cerita Deku Loses His Arms

“What happened? Are you hurt?” He waved me off, his eyes hard and unreadable. “I’m fine. Others aren’t so lucky.” “What do you mean?” He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Darien lost an arm in the fight. One of our warriors is barely alive—he was infiltrating the enemy pack for information.” I hesitated before stepping closer, resting a hand on his arm. “The pack doctor will do everything she can. They’ll be okay.” For a moment, his shoulders sagged, and he leaned into my touch. “I hope so.”

Sienna ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. “It’s over,” he whispered against her hair. Kira leaned against the railing, watching the skyline flicker back to life. “For now,” she said quietly. “But if Echo learned anything before it died, someone else might try to revive it.” Dominic nodded. “Then we’ll be ready.” Sienna pulled back, her eyes fierce. “Next time, we take them down before they build a monster.”

Especially the left arm, where a thick bone had pierced the skin and popped out from the back. Although Chen Fugui's punch didn't kill King Kong, it destroyed his two arms. Anyone could see that King Kong had lost the ability to fight again.

I was tongue tied, not knowing what to say next, my legs had also turned jello that I'm barely holding up, so I stumbled over to the nearest chair and sank myself in it. Astrid wiped the fresh tears with her handkerchief, sniffled slightly, “I never knew a lot of the story, but it begins with you, Renee tried to lock it away, unknown to her that it was already an open secret to the enemies Derek, of course a very loving and brave father, first of all loses his leg, and was damned to live the rest of his life in that wheelchair, however, he loved you a lot, I can boldly say more than she ever loved anyone, not even me.

For once, his gargoyle would do the right thing and not lead him astray. As the unfamiliar stretch of muscles and bones happened, Deke groaned. He'd forgotten how much this hurt—or maybe he was just out of practice. His teeth elongated, and his nails became claws. His skin turned green, and he grew wings. He flapped them a few times, and something primal called to him. He wanted to fly free. He wanted to soar as high as he could and swoop down over the river in the distance. But he had to save Whitney. It was his quest. She was in a danger, and it affected him to his core. He reared his head back, his wings extended, and he let out a roar.

He dropped to his knees gripping his friends’ shoulders, as Aren rested his head on his shoulder. “Aren, Fuck hold on,” Declan said looking at his friend's back, his eyes widening as he looked at the magic that the rider had used on him. His blood ran cold as he watched the black slimy lump eat up Aren’s flesh and organs, he raised his hand, lightning crackling around it blasting those around him away as he targeted the little lump that was devouring Aren’s flesh and organs, burning it off Aren who hissed in pain. But still, it was too late, the damage was done, his entire back was torn open. Even his armour had been eaten, and Declan could see his spine. We need a healer!” Declan shouted lo

He had waited for that day for too long. When Dewey fought Kye, he underestimated his opponent and was thrown off the cliff by Kye. He was fortunate that he did not die and was only severely injured. When he awoke at the bottom of the cliff, he rushed to seek vengeance, forcing his power to break out, and ended up experiencing a psychotic break.

she whispered as our backs pressed together, turning towards the guards. “On the count of three. One, two, three,” I shouted, and we lunged forward. With a swift motion, I removed the prosthetic hand from my arm, revealing the sword hidden within. Losing my left arm had been a significant setback when I first woke, but thanks to the woman who saved me, I quickly trained with my right hand and adapted to my new prosthetic. It became a part of me, and I mastered it.

Screaming pitifully, he grabbed the broken part of his arm and stumbled as he attempted to run. "My arm… You bastard! How dare you take my arm?!" The man was filled with pain and hate. His right arm was gone. If he did not treat it, it would remain a permanent mark that would prevent him from refining his physique to the next level. "You deserved what you got with that arm." Chase held up his sword, which was dripping with blood, and stared coldly at the escaping figure. "This wild mountain is a forbidden land where you shouldn't have entered. You're lucky to have escaped today but you won't be as lucky the next time!"

“I missed football, I missed the excitement and adrenaline rush, but I could no longer do it with one arm. I got depressed. “My parents wanted to cheer me up, so we went to Ireland to visit our roots. Lovely place, lovely people. And then one day, in some stone temple we visited, a god appeared. He told me all about this game of gods. He said that if I accepted his offer, he promised me a magical arm. I got so excited, I forgot to ask his name. And the rest is history.” “He did promise you a magical arm,” Alex commented. “Yeah, he did.” He flexed his metal fingers. “I can actually feel with this thing, but I can’t feel pain, though. What about you, Katie? How did you end up here?”