Dr Strange Hand Novels & Stories

A small cute frown on his face. "I will get you out of here" He said and reached for my hand.The moment he touched me, there's this familiarity in my heart.My heart melted as he started guiding me out.I look behind Drax who was already behind me.His eyes were fixed on the boy and judging from his face, it looks like Drax is stressed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Not sure" He mumbled before taking my hand in his hold.I stare down at our locked hands, it fits perfectly in his large ones.

and he went into the shower. He came out in a towel and started to eat the food and I was just watching him. I asked him about the symbols on his chest and he explained, "When a new power unlocks, we get the symbols," then he started to smell the air and said, "Rogues," and rushed outside. I could hear what was going on outside and felt a pain on my shoulder knowing it was Drax, I opened the door to rush outside to help and two big guys pushed me back onto the floor, they were bears and said, "Roman sends his love," and went to shoot me before Drax rips his head off and then sunk his teeth in the other one.

He mimed zipping his lips, still grinning. The warehouse loomed in front of us, its metal walls echoing faint noises inside — muffled voices, footsteps, the occasional clang of metal. We ducked behind a pile of crates and peeked around the corner. Drake stood near a worktable with a laptop open. Next to him was a tall guy in a suit, older, bald, with an expression that screamed corporate villain number three. “Is that… Iron Hand’s rep?” Brandon whispered. My jaw clenched. “Looks like it.”

There is a sickening snap. Stitch goes limp. His hands fall away. His head lolls to the side at an impossible angle. Drakon doesn't let go. He holds the tension for ten seconds. Twenty. Making sure. Then, he drops the chain. He rolls off the body. He stands up, chest heaving. He’s covered in sweat and the other man’s blood. He looks terrifying. He looks at me. "Thalia." He crosses the room. He doesn't walk; he stalks.

Moaning loudly, I close my eyes and shove two fingers into my sopping wet pussy and put my thumb on my clit. Before I knew what was going on, I feel a hand remove mine and a mouth attach to my clit. My eyes fly open and see Vandal eating me out and Drax stroking his large cock in front of my face. I moaned loudly and gripped Vandal’s head with my right hand and reached for Drax with my left. Drax kneeled next to me as my left hand trailed from the tip of his cock to his balls. We moaned together and turned towards Van as he shoved two fingers into me.

A grim smile appeared on the face of the Immortal Master of the Draconian race as if he had seen the wonderful scene of Yan Wushuang being cut into pieces and flesh flying in all directions. However, right at this moment, the motionless Light Hand within the Eight Dragons Surrounding Star Formation suddenly moved. It directly pierced the barrier. Its fingers lightly constricted, and it crushed the attack of the Immortal Master of the Draconian race. The Light Hand didn't slow down. It extended infinitely like a streak of white light streaking across the void. The Immortal Master of the Draconian race shouted in panic, but soon his voice stopped abruptly. Everyone looked sideways and couldn't

He followed, steps slow, yet precise and deliberate. He watched as my hands hovered over furnitures and relics in their room. I picked up a relic that looked like a ball. "What's this?" He chuckled. "One of Draven's obsession. He collects relics like infinity stones," He gently took it from me. "This belonged to his father." His tone dropped low, "He cherishes it a lot." "Oh," I muttered as he placed it back on the shelf. "That said—" I turned, too fast. I collided with a hard rocked surface—his chest.

Calixto was also caught up in his time freeze, his bow and arrow pointed towards Dhruv, I looked away from him and went downstairs to go meet Alexander Dhruv aura was powerful as I got to where he was. Underneath the crimson moon, he looked so ethereal, even more intimidating than he was in the image of the first version of the enchiridion. His horn were blue, the same colour as his turquoise hair which seemed to flow endlessly to the ground. And his eyes, piercing and fiery, seemed like torches of fire in the pit of Gehenna. "I didn't know you planned on revealing your true self tonight, Alexander," I said.

Sera I did, in fact, watch Dr. Enstrom stitch Killian’s face back together and enjoyed every minute of it. Enstrom hadn’t been gentle. He’d spent twenty minutes reminding Killian he was in his forties, and not an invincible young buck with nine lives yet to live. Obviously, Enstrom didn’t care that Killian was the Hand of Death, and watching Killian get put in his place by the wiry doctor had me hooting with laughter by the end.

A giant handprint formed out of thin air and grabbed Callan and the Jaeger royal family elders, freezing them in place. At the last second, a black spear formed from dark energy pierced the handprint, breaking the grip and freeing Callan and the others. "Mr. Barstaple." Callan exhaled in relief. Thorkel let out a sound of surprise, stepping out from the forest and studying Sylvester with a frown. "Who are you? Barstaple? I've never heard of that name." "You're not even worthy of knowing my name." Sylvester was domineering.