Dr Strange Hand Novels & Stories

My hand brushed against a small table, and I seized a decorative figurine, its weight providing a meager sense of reassurance. With the makeshift weapon in hand, I faced Drake's relentless approach. His eyes, clouded with a mix of emotions, betrayed a manic determination that sent shivers down my spine. As he lunged forward, I sidestepped, the reflexes honed by years of navigating his unpredictable rage.

“I’ll kill you!” The ground beneath us trembled as Draven raised his hand. Rocks, metal, glass—everything around him began to rise, hovering in the air as if he had complete control over the very elements of the hall. His red-orange eyes blazed with dark intent, a malevolent force radiating from him. “Let’s see you try, bastards!” he yelled. With a violent flick of his fingers, the mass of debris hurtled toward us. It moved with terrifying speed, a deadly storm of jagged stone and metal.

He smiled and said, "You can't reject her, what you did was set the bond in place, the bond will grow until you consummate and mark each other." I was furious and said, "Fuck," rubbing my face in my hands, he looked at me with that stupid smirk before he said, "What's that on your hand, son." I told him about my girlfriend Malia and that we decided to date each other and he said, "Not anymore," I growl and then tell him, "Malia gifted me the ring on my hand." He looked at the symbol and said, "Take it off for a second," and I tried to pull it off but it wouldn't come off, it was stuck. He touched the ring trying to help me and it shocked him blowing us both back, he ended up going through th

They left the room and continued walking around, Dravyn following closely. As they walked over to the entrance of another section, Jane looked upstairs. She could hear noise coming from up there, so she stood still, hoping she might see what the commotion was about. Suddenly, a hand drilling machine fell from the stairs. Dravyn rushed to Jane and used his arm to block it from hitting her. A scream filled the room, coinciding with the machine hitting the ground. It wasn't Dravyn. His hand was shaking terribly, and he could only stare at it. Jane saw Dravyn's face turn completely red.

Putting the pillow behind my back and slowly holding my shoulders, Drystan allowed me to lean on the pillow. Victor was giving a suspicious glare at us . I'm absolutely sure what's going on in my brother's mind. "Let me heal you before you start talking." Drystan sits beside me , his right hand touching my face. His long blue eyelashes fluttered as he gazed at my bandaged ankles and hands. I would be lying if I said I'm not feeling anything. "It will be a little cold but you'll be cured." I closed my eyes and felt the coldness creeping inside me. Drystan's hands were shimmering icy flames on my injured parts.

My hands reached for anything to grab onto, grasped only air. I cried out for Hunter to save us, cried out for Kira who didn’t move. My only answer was Drake’s hollow laughter as he dragged me along. He pushed me against another door. His appearance became more and more visible. I could make out the horrible scar on the left side of his face. “Open it.” he demanded. I shook my head. No, I dared not. “Open it, little Mouse!” he roared in my face. The door swung open at my slight touch. I saw Drake, but this time he had no scars. His eyes were deep blue like Nina’s. He was unmistakably handsome and much younger.

Her eyes are as deep a blue as I remember. "Hi. I'm Layla Ambrigino! Your father hired me to watch Lorie while you were away. It's nice to finally meet you!" Layla says as she extends her hand out to me shaking me from my day dream. Does she not remember who I am? I think to myself as a sadness fills my chest. I quickly reach out and take her hand in mine. Her skin is soft and cool to the touch and I find myself not wanting to let go. "I am Nicolae Draven. It's a pleasure to meet you Layla. I want to apologize for my father leaving so abruptly and leaving you two alone." I reply with a forced smile.

Raindrops beaded on his shoulders, glinting like scattered diamonds under the dim lights. "Boss." Drake approached quickly, but there was a noticeable hesitation in his movements. He was trying to hide his right hand behind his back, wincing as he spoke. His face was pale beneath the harsh lights, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his brow. "Apologies, Boss. There was a minor malfunction with the detonator during the breach. My right hand took the brunt of the recoil—cracked a bone. I can't lead the way properly tonight."

No matter how great Blue Crescent Town was, I knew it might take ages before I feel any kind of attachment to it. Suddenly, Draven's phone rang, and he let go of my hand to answer it. It was one of his subordinates. He replied with a quick command and finished the call in less than five seconds, but in the meantime, I froze… Only then did I realize that he was still holding my hand up until that moment, and the worst part of that was, I was holding his hand too! I hurriedly took my guilty hand away, hiding my palm between my knees. He grinned slyly at my more than visible flusteredness. "You'll get used to my touch in time," Draven chuckled.

"Now I want you to really think about what you are going to do, because that was my last warning. I will not tolerate your insolence. Do you want him to die?" I shake my head, my voice low and broken. "Please don't hurt him, I'll obey." he runs his fingers down the side of my face gently, wiping away the tears. "That's a good girl, if you eat this porridge I have bright, I'll unchain you. How about that?" "who are you?" I whisper, looking into his green eyes. he smells like a rogue, but also not like a rogue. It was confusing. "I'm Drax stone. The leader of the rogues, their alpha as some say." He says with pride, "I have allowed myself to build the biggest army that any pack has even seen w