Hand Of God Series Novels & Stories

But in front of the silver sickle, it was still not worth mentioning. Roar! After the Heavenly God Hand was seriously injured, it let out a furious roar and returned to the space that it had just torn apart. Caspian lit up his eyes and immediately reached out to grab the vast divine fruit. "Got it!" Caspian, who had obtained the Vast Divine Fruit, did not think too much about it and was ready to leave the place of return. Although there were other treasures in the place of return, the Hand of God had not been completely destroyed yet and might come back. It was better to leave as soon as possible.

It was just that the past three years had made me realize that he no longer was the family I could freely seek affection from. Connor was still looking at me, seemingly waiting for an explanation. But I only lowered my head and replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanders." His frown deepened. He was about to speak up when he caught sight of the still-healing needle marks on my neck. He paused for a moment before reaching out toward me. "What's this?" I instinctively flinched away from Connor's hand. This was something that had never happened before. His hand missed and fell, and his expression darkened instantly. "I'm just trying to look out for you, Wendy, and this is how you're acting?"

Not only were her hands adorned with diamonds, but she wasn't even wearing a mask. That was when I realized something shocking. I had been sent back to the day the mayor was having surgery in our hospital. In my previous life, Herman Fisher had insisted on letting Giselle assist during the heart transplant. She made mistakes with the instruments, and ignored basic surgical protocol, even almost letting a piece of her nail art fall into the patient's body. I couldn't hold back my frustration and scolded her. She left the operating room angrily, and Herman followed her out, abandoning the patient on the table.

"You love dealing with this hand, right? I'll make sure you never deal again for the rest of your life!" Cesar leaned against the bar, lit a cigar, and watched coldly with interest. Liliana raised the chip case and brought it down hard on my right hand. Pain shot through my hand. I felt the burn through my entire arm. "Ah!" I screamed in agony. My body convulsed, and cold sweat soaked my back. Darkness crept over my vision, and a high-pitched ringing filled my skull. Just as I was about to pass out from the pain, the phone Liliana had snatched from me suddenly rang.

The first place was Vintus Hagstorm! His nicknames were ‘Hades Pin’ and ‘God’s Hand’! No matter who the patient was, as long as Vintus treated them, they were guaranteed to live to a certain extent. Even the Grim Reaper himself would not be able to take them away by force! His various methods of saving people were like they were bestowed by God Himself, so he came to be known as the hand of God! Andrius continued to read. There was nothing to be said about Old Hagstorm.

Despite his recent fame in the celestial realm, in reality, he lacked effective means against fighting his opponents. With that in mind, Severin raised his hand and retrieved the celestial king divine techniques he had obtained before—Divine Sense Seal, the Hand of God, and Ultimate Sublimation! Among them, the Hand of God was obtained from defeating Robyn. This divine technique required the condensation of heptagold energy to unleash a powerful killing strike. Severin still vividly remembered the magnificence of Robyn when he used this technique. After thoroughly understanding the cultivation methods of the Hand of God, he exhaled lightly.

Perses was trying to get Christian with both hands as he swatted at his neck, as we continued to scale his body. Mike hauled himself up first, diving at one of Perses’ hands that was on a collision course with Christian. His body erupted in fire as his teeth connected with the rotting body, and the God roared in pain, flinging his hand and Mike to the side. I saw Zach’s shadows lash out to catch his brother while my wind slowed his fall. Mike dangled from a long shadow mid air before Zach moved it, setting his brother right on top of the God’s head. Mike snarled at Zach, annoyed for a brief second before realization sank in. Christian was already well on his way to Perses’ eye and with Mike

“In those dreams, these are what I see also. In the darkness, a woman is stretching her hand out, offering to rescue me from it all. I wake up trembling and the only thing I can do is paint the hope of salvation.” He pointed at one painting in particular which showed me standing at the top of a cliff with my hand stretched out to a man who was struggling to hold onto a stone outcropping to stop himself from falling completely over the cliff. The painting had sharp, dark lines and distortions. I wasn’t good at analyzing artworks, but Dad owned a lot of collections so being around the appraisers gave me a little idea. “And I’m the one you see?” I asked. He nodded, his eyes twinkling. “I’m not

I was going to turn around, walk home, and pretend this was a fever dream brought on by bleach fumes and bad luck. Then he reached out his hand. "One month of silence," he said. "That is all I ask." I looked at his palm. Long fingers. Pale skin. A faint silver scar across the knuckles. It looked human. It wasn't. My hand moved before my brain caught up. This is the Ten. The Twist. The deal is made. Now comes the Ketsu. The Punch. The moment his cold fingers wrapped around my wrist, the world ended. Not the alley. Not the city. My world.

One of Jax’s thick fingers circled Alex’s stretched rim, teasing the cum-slick entrance before pushing inside alongside the load he’d already deposited. “Ah—fuck!” Alex cried out, the dual sensation of being sucked and fingered pushing him toward the edge far too quickly. Jax added a second finger, scissoring them roughly to stretch him further, crooking them to nail his prostate with expert precision. Stars burst behind Alex’s eyelids. His moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the empty locker room walls.