Gifted Hands Novels & Stories

It respected my choice. The infected werewolves around me roared madly, tearing at the chain-link fences. But as I approached, they fell silent for a miraculous moment. Perhaps even these mindless beasts could sense my grim resolve. I stood on a high point of the ruins and closed my eyes. I summoned all the power within me. Not just my spiritual energy, but my life force itself. This was the final gambit for a werewolf with the "Hands of God" gift—a life sacrifice.

He said that and sent me a transfer of $1.88 on his phone. The note with the transfer contained two words: "Gold Digger." I had been with him for seven whole years and had not spent a dime of his money. I even gave him gifts on holidays and anniversaries. He took them like he was entitled to them, but he never got me anything in return. He would mockingly ask if I thought it was a man's duty to buy gifts for his girlfriend.

Having been ignored like that, she guessed that he was the type with a rotten personality and a greed for money. “He's a pastor,” Zenith whispered and mentally questioned himself later. “Ohh, I see.” She drawled as she had encountered several of them back at the orphanage, but she knew what they did with the nuns and sisters behind closed doors. “And who is this young miss, may the lord be with you,” he said as he stretched forth his hand to shake, but Gift couldn't bring herself to hold his filthy hands. “Who knew what those hands had done and touched,” so she pretended not to notice and Zenith, who was used to seeing her arrogant side, was not surprised.

The gift, in its grace, can sense when something is wrong – and it knows how to fix it. I’m really, in all things, just the conduit. But as I put the gift to work, I’m so, so grateful to my mother for letting me be the conduit forthisparticular gift. It’s almost as if she knew it would bring me a personal joy to be able to help in this way.

Minutes later, we both sat in her sitting room with cups of cold mint tea. "When the Silver Hands rose a hundred years ago, seeking their ideals, they immediately gained a lot of followers, who were lured by the ideals they sought. That was when the Sulfur Hands rose, to tarnish the stellar image of the Silver Hands in the minds of people. Your father was a Sulfur Hands, as was his father before him," "The Silver Hands, they corrupt by taking the power of our wolves, and converting it into unnatural powers. They draw it out of the owner's body, and use it for unnatural purposes, like expanding their lifespans."

The dinner table fell into a dead silence. “Sweetheart, come with me.” Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage room door. In the corner were more than a dozen neatly stacked cases of the exact same whisky. Some were damp and moldy, others were covered in cobwebs. These were all the New Year’s gifts I had my husband, Kevin Zane, buy over the past three years. “W-What is this?” My voice came out dry. My throat was tight.

Gavin was eating it up. "In the end, it's about vision," he said, arms wide like he was on a TED Talk. "I gave you a little gift, you blew up, and now—look at you." He motioned to the sharp suits and the massive summit logo behind him. "This? This is the world you SHOULD'VE reached for. But no—you let your jealousy spiral. You had the winning hand, Vera. And you still lost." I met his eyes, ice cold. "You done? Good. Move."

There is so much pain and sorrow on her beautiful face, I need to take it away from her. “Teddy, has anyone else touched you while you have held Jenni’s hand?” I ask. “Honestly Alpha, I am sorry, but I don’t remember.” I get it, his world is in that bed, If it was Rose I would be the same. I decided to try this out for myself. “Teddy, I am going to touch your shoulder while you are holding her hand. I want to see if you can transfer this to me as well.” “Yes Alpha.” I walk around to stand behind him as he grasps my daughter’s hand. I look at my little girl, so beautiful even in her current state, anger wells in me at the situation at hand. I understand that the gift works in different ways d