Elden Ring Festering Bloody Finger นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The sympathetic curse. The binding is transferring the injury directly to him. We need to act fast or the hand is lost completely." I winced as the pain grew more intense, the blackness creeping further up my finger. "The finger is rotting. The skin is black and dead. The binding is making it real. Elio's severed finger is killing mine piece by piece." Mira examined my hand with quick, practiced movements. "The necrosis is advancing fast. The ring on his finger is triggering the curse. We need to cut the connection. Emergency intervention now. I need a blade and clean cloth."

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

Could this ring hold some sort of hidden power or meaning related to their family's past? Taking a deep breath, Danial decided to find out more. He carefully removed the ring from his finger and placed it back in the box. Then, he searched the room for something sharp to prick his finger. Finding a small needle, he hesitated for a moment before pressing it against his fingertip, allowing a drop of blood to fall onto the dragon jade ring. Suddenly, the ring began to emit a soft, golden glow. Danial's eyes widened in amazement as he watched the ring come to life with a magical shimmer. He felt a tingling sensation in his finger as if the ring was somehow connecting with him on a deeper level.

“One in Yörd, one in Saint Rowe, two in Brisa, one in Listeria and… no way, one in the village? You never told me about it.” I was looking at the map trying to connect the red dots with the city names Jane was saying, until she reached the last one. She was not lying, there was a dot placed right at the center of the elven village. “It’s impossible. Other than Cedric’s candidates, Lada was the only child there with me. They would have noticed my behavior just like you did. There is no way another human was living that close the whole time.” “Well, I doubt I made a mistake performing the spell since it perfectly located us. It’s a shame I didn’t notice there was another impostor among the elv

I let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at my arm where Elara’s ring had scratched my skin. The blood welling from the cut wasn't red anymore. For one terrifying, heartbeat-stopping second, the crimson shifted. It turned a metallic, shimmering silver, catching the pale winter sunlight filtering through the glass. Outside the greenhouse, a deep, collective howl echoed across the valley. My body violently answered the call. A sharp, electric shock of pain surged up my arm. My fingers curled into a tight fist, and a strange, heavy pressure bloomed beneath my skin. I watched, paralyzed, as my fingernails lengthened, the edges hardening and shifting into a sharp, gleaming silver claw.

Griffin's eyes landed on the chain around my neck. "If that's silver you'll want to remove it before the change. Silver burns werewolves," he informed me. I lifted the chain and my old wedding ring and frowned. I guessed this was it. I was about to unclasp it when I yelped at the burning sensation in my fingertips. I tucked my shirt up under the necklace on my chest and looked helplessly at Griffin. With his yellow eyes looking stern, he grabbed the ring and broke the chain from around my neck, and laid the jewelry on a shelf. I looked worriedly at the hand he was waving. I reached for it and could see the imprint of my ring burnt into his flesh. I ran my thumb softly over it and he pulled h

He gently takes my hand in his. It is indeed a dreamy moment. I feel tingles on the surface of my arms as he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb. "You should not roam around with empty fingers when you say you're married, people will doubt us. You can wear this ring now." He slowly moves the ring into my finger till the end of it. I admire the design and daintiness of the ring with my eyes. The design is magnificent. It has one big diamond in the middle and a small star at one side filled with mini diamonds. The ring is gracing my hand.

ELORA What? How did this happen to her? She was always so extra careful not to step on anyone's toes. The image before me triggered a lot of memories from Alkarod. Then I was weak and couldn't fight back but now I felt my body buzz. I couldn't help it. There was a spiky ring on the Lycan devil's finger and as she slapped Lucy the spikes dug into her soft skin and ripped it. I could imagine the pain she was going through.

The finger that emerged from the tabletop was not large. That made it worse. Huge monsters were honest about appetite. Fenrir could swallow a skyline and everyone understood the terms. Ra could burn shadows from a city and call it worship. The Midgard Serpent could wrap a harbor until geography begged for mercy. This finger was small, pale, almost human, its nail stained with black ink. It tapped the oak once. The sound unmade three locks in the blood archive. Caleb dropped to one knee outside the door, both hands clamped around his throat. The broken star-iron collar burned white. Dark-gold blood rose around him and slammed into invisible geometry, each drop suddenly remembering how to be a

I was near enough but not quite enough. All of a sudden, I heard footsteps. Fenris emerged from the woods. When he saw me gargling with my fingers, His green eyes shone under the moonlight. "Elara..." he growled, the sound of lust in his voice. He approached me at a fast pace and held my hand. He exchanged it with his own large fist. His thick fingers rubbed my clit fast while two fingers pushed deep inside me. “You’re so wet and sweet for me,” he said roughly.