Dr Strange Hand Novels & Stories

I looked at the Druid to see if he knew these people but he looked clueless too. "Stop wasting your time. The energy profiles from your fingerprints clearly show that you were in contact with them very recently. Just hand them over and we will forget about all this." "For what? Don't you know that they won't work for you?" The Druid asked them. A look of confusion or doubt flashed on their faces before Emma tightened the trip on her gun. "We will see that for ourselves. Put them on the floor and step back." While Emma looked like Scarlett Johansson as Black Widow, the guy who was with her looked like Leonard from The Big Bang Theory.

I'd ruined my right hand saving my mafia husband, Vincent. For three years, I couldn't create. And I just found out it was all a trap—one he'd set for me, to protect his true love, Sophia. "The procedure was a success. Mrs. Torrino's nerve damage has almost fully healed." Leaning against the cool hallway wall outside my husband’s study, I heard the voice of our private physician, Dr. Martinez. My heart hammered against my ribs. Three years.

“The Duskbane line stands. The bloodline is healed. My name is Wren Duskbane. And I’m not done.” Draven came to my side. Took my bleeding hand. “Neither am I.”

A moment later, the glass that he was holding so tightly then broke into pieces, and blood from Drake's palms suddenly drip off very fast. "Shit," Lycan cursed as he moved away from Drake who was looking emotionless at know where. "Dude, you hand is bleedings." Kael said, looking worried at Drake who suddenly look at it lazily and emotionless like he couldn't feel any pain. "She called me earlier," he blurted out, looking down at his bloodied hand. Both Kael and Lycan are perplexed by what he has said. "What do you mean? Who called you earlier?" Lycan inquired, his face befuddled.

And yet—there she was. He hadn’t moved, afraid he’d break the spell. But when she reached him, looking up at him with those wide, ocean-deep eyes… something inside him gave in. With a practiced ease, slow and tender, Drystan stepped forward. His fingers found hers. And in that moment—every wound in his life, every ghost, every shadow—fell quiet. Her hand was warm. Small. But strong. So much stronger than she even knew. Because she wasn’t just holding his hand—she was holding him.

The only thing he could see was Fiona's clawed face which made him go deaf to groans and cries of pain. It was the former king Arthur who pushed Draco away from barely conscious Dexter. Clarke was still screwing in a state of shock while gaping at her disfigured hands. Draco marched over to her. Grabbing her left hand, he twisted it one more time before amputating her hand with a jerk. Blood spurts out falling on his sweats but he could care less. The sight of it brought absolute peace to him. Dexter has already passed out and within seconds Clarke lost consciousness as well.

Drake has never been defeated by another person, and he would never concede that someone like Dylan is capable of gaining the upper hand against him. The color of Miren's hand gradually changed to purple as the circulation of blood was cut off to the underlying flesh. Miren no longer felt the sensations associated with her hand, including the pain, and she experienced numbness in place of the pain. Miren's hand was never taken from Drake's grasp at any point. Both of them stopped moving and fixed their gazes on one another for a brief moment. "Would you like to come with me? This time, I'm not going to let you get away with doing whatever you want. Drake let out a hiss. He stared at Miren in

Closing the distance between them, he approached Drak with purpose, his eyes locked on the bandage that encircled Drak's head. Without warning, Doctor Hale reached out, his fingers curling around Drak's chin as if to hold him in place. The unexpected touch sent a jolt of discomfort through Drak's body, but he maintained his composure, determined not to reveal any sign of vulnerability. Doctor Hale studied Drak's face intently, his gaze scrutinizing every inch of him. His examination lingered on the bandage, his brows furrowing with concern. The silence persisted, broken only by the sound of their steady breathing.

Not like this. I go after him without thinking and grab his arm so I can force him to look into my eyes. “I…” Just then, the door to the supply room opens. I freeze as Chief Gordon steps in. His gaze rests on my hand around Rainier’s arm and his eyes narrow. “What’s going on here?”

He said while staring back at Drake's face who was currently in pain. “Fuck!” Drake muffled in a low voice, trying to hide his pain from other guests. However, after Noah’s pulled back his fork from Drake’s hand, the wound was quickly healed without a trace. Drake who realize his hand was healed by the effect of Noah’s power, smiled at Noah while showing his hand, “look, babe, thanks to you, my wound was healed quickly,” he paused and moving his healed hand on Noah’s shoulder, “I couldn't just help myself not to touch you, can’t I, your erotic scent make me wanna fuck you right now.”