Eren Yeager Biting Hand Novels & Stories

Yaze regaining her consciousness, covered her breasts and pubic area. "Move your hands away! put them on top of your head!" Lexter commanded, though reluctant to do, Yaze did. She was scared that her body was trembling. Yaze put her trembling hands on top of her head, closed her eyes as she was so embarrassed with her fully nude body exposed to the sight of Lexter Montero.

The gigantic hand floated above the Yang governor and released overwhelming pressure on him, forcing him to kneel. The Yang governor spat out a mouthful of blood as Yegorʼs attacks left him with serious injuries. “No one is allowed to break my rules in my space. That includes you, the Yang governor.” Yegor emanated a murderous aura as he fixed his gaze on the Yang governor. It seemed he was prepared to exterminate the Yang governor with his next hit. “Please spare him, Saint Yegor!” Tai Chi materialized in the form of a shadow near Yegor at that moment. She raised her hands. “You can’t do this to him!”

She could hear herself making noises like an animal, and her legs were shaking uncontrollably (not that she was trying to control them), and her hands were gripping down so hard over her face that she left fingernail divots into her own skull. Then she screamed, so loud as though she were being run over by a train. And that long arm of his was reaching up again to palm her mouth. She bit into his hand the way a wounded soldier bites on a bullet. Damn! This was a perfect moment that came unawares, but turns out to be the best.

he whispered sharply. My eyes went wide. I tried to talk through his hand, kicking at him and pushing his arm. He leaned in closer like he was trying to keep me calm, which only did the opposite. So I bit him. Hard. He yanked his hand back. “Ow! What is wrong with you?” “You grabbed me!” I shouted. “Are you insane? You can’t just drag people around like they are toys. I’m nothing to you now.. isn’t that your words.”

I lifted my bloodied face, the mix of blood and cream making for a horrifying sight. I was utterly wretched. I, Cynthia Quinn, was nearly maimed by my boyfriend on my 26th birthday. A crimson haze clouded my vision. In my fading consciousness, the last thing I heard was Xander stammering, "I'm sorry, I really am… I didn't mean to… It wasn't Natasha's fault; I just wanted to tease Cynthia a bit. I never thought—"

"They're not your friends?" "Don't get in the way if you want to live." The man pulled me violently and with his great strength I ended up on the right side behind him in a place where the monsters couldn't reach me. Three more tried to rush us, but they didn't do anything the way the crazy man kicked. If his behavior wasn't bad I might have applauded him. I thought he was winning consecutively, but my eyes widened when he bit his shoulder. I heard him scream in pain.

Another man asked the people he knew. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. "You better obey us, pretty girl, or we'll rape you here." One of the men went up to Yuriel and took her hand. "No! Let me go! " Yuriel yelled and grabbed the person's hand, biting it hard. "Ah! Damn girl! " The thug puts out his hand to hit her. Yuriel put her hand to her face to protect it. Bruck! Before he could hit Yuriel in the face, the man fell to the ground.

Unable to look away, I stared at the arm and the hand, torn from its body, resting morbidly in the snow. I guess I should just call him Big Hand, now, I thought, so sickened that I couldn’t process anything more. Bile rose in my throat. I tried to roll over and felt my stomach convulse, but I had nothing to throw up. Enzo shifted back. “Touch her again, and I’ll take your other hand, too.” Big Hand fell to his knees, grabbing his lifeless arm, a sob building in his chest. “My… my arm,” he whimpered, his face contorted with pain.

She was stalling, did not understand it until Ryan shouted. Sky barred her teeth, 'Hell with this!' and attacked. She jumped over him, changing directions in mid-air and caught him from behind. Edgar was startled and tried to dislodge her, but she held on relentlessly and bit down hard. Once he fell on his four, Evelyn bent and snapped his hind legs, breaking them and caught under his belly tearing him open in the middle. Edgar fell down helplessly conceding defeat.

I felt my anger boiling beneath the surface as our son, Thomas, took the leash and handed it to me. "Dad, you can go have fun with Sophia. Mom will take care of the dog," Thomas said. But when the dog lunged at me later, Thomas protected it. Meanwhile, my daughter, Alice, fought to shield me. In the end, both Alice and I were bitten to death. James didn't even take us to the hospital. Instead, he dragged our bodies straight to the crematorium. Just before I turned into a wisp of smoke, I saw Alice rolling in the flames. During that time, James and Thomas were comforting Sophia.