Dr Strange Hand Novels & Stories

But it was the injuries that marred his otherwise formidable appearance that truly caught Lance's eye. Gashes and burns crisscrossed his body, a testament to a recent and brutal battle. And then there was his right hand, almost entirely translucent, a skeletal claw that pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly light. The sight sent a shiver down Lance's spine. There was no mistaking that hand. It belonged to Prince Drakan, the Vanishing Ghost, a legendary warrior whose name was whispered in fear throughout the land. "It is indeed you," Lance said, his voice betraying none of the surprise he felt. He maintained his composure, his gaze steady and unwavering. "I wonder how you came here."

D:- (he moved his finger on her lips to stop her for torturing her lips like this ) solo io posso morderti le labbra ( only I can bite your lips ) T:- (confusingly she looked at him ) huh what ! D:- Nothing love . T:- Fine give me your hand . (Drake forward his hand and tanya hurriedly tied the red sacred thread on his wrist . ) This will protect you and will give you strength . D:- (smiling ) That's so sweet of you . I shall leave now it's time . (They shared a last hug and then left the place smiling ) End of conversation Drake (P.O.V)

Okay ," I gave up any pretense of deciding to trust him to stay here to be greeted by the fear specialists. We move, I cling to the divider and Noah is only inches from the swinging doors before he lowers his head and feeds his change. I widen my eyes in amazement when I see that he is a peculiar variant of Wolverine , since from the back of his hands what appears, by all accounts, to be two pointed bones and, furthermore, some kind of dark fluid, seemingly practically tacky. . Between pants, Noah breaks the chain with the bones of his right hand, then prepares to use his super strength to open the gates.

Chandler commanded, pointing at the couch across him. Drake scrambled into it, but I remained standing, my hands hidden behind me so he wouldn't see them shaking. My mind went back to what happened minutes ago and the best orgasm of my life. I glanced at Chandler’s face. He looked scrubbed clean, his hair damp as if he’d just stepped out of a cold shower. He looked perfectly composed, but as my eyes traveled down to his hands, I saw the slight tremor in his fingers as he swirled his drink.

And then—she found him. Her breath hitched. Across the room, standing tall and imposing amidst the crowd, was Draven. Their eyes locked. A shiver ran down her spine at the intensity of his gaze. His dark eyes burned with something she couldn’t quite place—was it pain? Was it anger? Or was it something deeper? Then, her gaze dropped to his hand. Her lips parted in shock. The glass he had been holding was now shattered into jagged pieces, blood trickling from his palm where the shards had cut into his skin. Yet, he didn't seem to notice. His entire focus was on her.

He just stepped beside her and held out his hand. Waiting. Violetta stared at it. At the blood. At the scars. At the hand that had once broken her… and had just burned the world down to bring her back. Slowly— she placed hers in it. And Draven closed his fingers around hers like he had just reclaimed the most sacred thing in his life. Not tightly. Not forcefully. Just enough to say— I’m here. I’m not letting go again. And for tonight… that was all she could bear.

Drake is right I can do that all I have to do is think positively! --- I'm so dead! I think I'm going to faint. Oh my God. What will I do? Today is the day I don't want to come. We are here now in the arena. I am so nervous, what if I can't release my powers and then my opponent is strong? Then suddenly someone took my hand and I saw who it is, my eyes had widened. It turns out that it was just Clyde! Why is he holding my hand?! I tried to remove his grip on my hand but I could not because his grip on my hand was so tight.

"Nobody closes it without my say." A Scrapper drone burst through the elbow joint. It was a fusion of a spider and a buzzsaw. I drove my hand forward. The vacuum of the Seventh Seal erupted from my palm. It caught the drone mid-air. The Multiversal market was open. The first customer was trying to break the shop.

Much closer. Then something else emerged. A hand. God. No. Thomas felt his stomach drop. The hand was enormous. Larger than entire buildings. Dark gold. Covered in ancient symbols. Its fingers wrapped around the remains of a shattered tower. Then crushed it effortlessly. Stone exploded. Dust filled the abyss. The hand continued climbing. Slowly. Patiently. Like it wasn't in a hurry. Like it knew escape was inevitable. Then Rowan whispered: "That's a hand." Honestly?

Well, aside for Drax's actual muscles, I think I'm the only one with guts around here. "Ouch!" Drax jolted and retracted his hand in reflex. "What's the matter?" Rissa asked him with concern. He has been playing around with the drone ever since he woke up. I think he's trying to fix it. Billy chuckled mockingly at him, seeing that he hurt himself. "What's funny?" Drax shot at him, making the big grin at corner of his lip to drop instantly. "Are you hurt?" Rissa went close to him, seeing that his finger was bleeding a little.