Deku Without Arms Novels & Stories

His right hand which was holding the Ice Soul Excalibur was cut off by David and now, he only had one arm. Azul’s left hand held the stub where his right arm used to be as he gritted his teeth, a look of pain on his face. His internal organs were shattered, and his right arm had been severed. These two serious injuries caused Azul to suffer great pain. As he was looking at David in front of him, Azul felt miserable on the inside. ‘Four! ‘Not three, but four! ‘Four partial Pre-Deities are hiding in Star Kingdom!’ Even if he fought head-on and used all of his trump cards, he would not be able to fight four people by himself.

“Father became angry because I lacked the warrior spirit. But, hey, I told him, not all men survive with shield and armor. Some destiny survives the brunt of hardship without spears, bows or arrow. Here, 56 solid moons and I proved him wrong. It appears my words were right after all. Look at me, the richest farmer in the whole land of Dota. Who could have guessed? Now, I can buy warriors and weapons if it pleases me. Armies, swords, bows carved from the hands of the finest blacksmith.” Mbakwe paid no mind. He swallowed as the longing in his eyes, followed the man’s arm, which reached for the wineskin. The Man uncorked the skin carefully and filled to the brim, the cup made from a cow horn. H

DECLAN'S POV The loose gravel crunched beneath my boots as I shifted my weight on my feet, cementing them to the ground as I prepared myself to fight if need be. It was inches away now, it bowed its head and stretched a skinless arm in my direction for me to shake. I was hesitant at first but I took his hand anyway. "I'm Major Skully." He had impossibly enormous hands - his over-enthusiastic handshake could snap a human's wrist right off. His tight grip shattered the bones in my wrist. I didn't flinch, I refused to show weakness. I pulled my hand away without making a sound.

The scene then shifts once more back to the front lawn and Jake still didn't have any arms, Pete examined the sorry state of Jake's body and he didn't look pleased with what happened. “What happened Jake was an old man, and children too much for you to handle.” Pete snapped “No sir it was just that there was a warrior there, she was able to cut off my arms when I was reloading my gun.” Jake voice was blank and monotone “Well we can't have that now can we?” Pete cuts open his wrist and lets the blood flow into Jake's mouth. Soon muscles, bone, and blood start to sprout out of his arm sockets and their places are new arms, made of flesh and bones.

Cat added. The Duke looked up at Abby. “Princess? Is what they say true?” Abby looked at the Duke as she opened her right hand. Grayson had still been working on it, trying to remove the scars. “This hand was made to hold a scalding hot poker. The flesh and muscle were burnt off down to the bone.” She flexed her hand. “That was about four months ago,” she added. “My leg was shattered at the same time – to the point the bone was sticking out of it – and yet I walk as though nothing ever happened.”

She handed him the water flask, and Derek drank heartily, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly. Sweat dripped from his face. In the heat, he wore only a shirt with sleeves and pants rolled up, the top three buttons undone. The intense sunlight highlighted his well-defined arm muscles. His knife wound, after nearly two weeks, had scabbed over—his healing ability was truly remarkable. Tabitha had seen many sides of Derek, but this was the first time she witnessed his raw, rustic strength in the fields. Even seated, he was captivating. His long hair, grown out like a pop idol's, was casually swept back, revealing his sharp, upward-slanting eyebrows.

She asked, “Isn’t that hand alright?” “How can I do it with one hand? It’s uncoordinated.” Whitney gnashed her teeth in anger. If an ordinary person could not do it with one hand, perhaps she would take their words for it. However, as a martial arts practitioner, he should be able to stand against an army with one arm. “There are so many self-reliant disabled people in this world. You’re being much worse than them,” Whitney complained. However, she still brought a bucket of warm water over and began to wash his face and wipe his upper body.

Above him was the bulb brightening so well that he could clearly see and without saying a word to himself again and wondering why the moon had not risen yet, he stood out of the bed, angrily groaning and hitting his folded hands on the walls of the room which gave him injury on his knuckles. Derek has a very muscular physique, he is neatly carved with muscle veins protruding underneath his fair skin, he had black falling hair that stopped just an inch down his neck to his spine and on his chest, he had some scars. Fresh scars from his injured knuckles with crimson liquid dripping out slowly, his wounds were not healing and that suddenly became a burden to him. He could die of loss of blood i

His right arm has a scar that I cansee from the back of his shoulder to the top of his hand, almost reaching his middle finger. I was busy skinning my prey when he decided to attack me. He did not know how skilled I was with a blade in my human form and he thus got the scar. It was a silver blade so his wolf couldn’t heal so quickly. I believe he is deformed from that day onwards. He lost the ability to use his right arm properly.

No clue. He had the biggest, most beautiful hands, too, with prominent veins and rough skin. Long fingers. Deacon was the epitome of masculinity. I forced my eyes away from admiring him, instead focusing on the writing on the side of the cup he held. He seemed to have ordered three shots of espresso straight, no milk. A strong drink to match a strong man. He noticed me looking at his cup. “They got my name wrong. They wrote Beekman. Who the fuck’s name is Beekman?”