Novel & Cerita Her Gifted Hands

He swishes his hands back and forth like he is conducting a symphony, and he looks like a fool. Our powers are a gift. A true blessing from the Goddess, handed out carefully to those who are dear to her. She knows we understand their value, unlike those in other kingdoms who have bred them into half the population.

“Nikolai, Nova, *these are the hands of your best friend, young, strong and full of love for you as you promise to love each other today, tomorrow and forever. These are the hands that will work alongside yours as you build your future together. These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years and, with the slightest touch, will comfort you like no other.” *“These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief fills your mind, when unwanted thoughts creep into your memories and threaten to break you. These are the hands that will wipe the tears from your eyes; tears of sorrow and tears of joy. These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children

I mumble is low whisper voice as I pry on his physique. This beautiful creature in front of me is the greatest gift that God has offered me after my dad and mom. God couldn't let me stay with my bestest gift ever. I just hope he lets me stay with my second bestest gift and never let me get away from him. I lean close to his face as I kiss on his forehead and hold his hands on mine. These hands used to be colder to me, they preferred not to touch me instead they preferred to bully me, to make me more in pain but everything has changed now.

“How did you do that?” Asher shrugged, his cheeks turning red. “….I don’t know. I just wanted to help, and something inside me told me I could fix your arm if I tried.” I was proud of my son, but also terrified. I knew what his gift meant. He was a healer, a rare and coveted ability among werewolves, and he had just revealed it to the whole neighborhood.

Asher snarls. Henry nods or attempts to, but it suffices as an answer for Asher. “I won't play with you just yet. However, in the meantime…” Asher trails off to properly curl his fingers over the handle of the knife. He raises his arm to give himself more momentum, and he stabs the blade through Henry’s hand. “You may have your knife back.” Henry did not yell, thankfully, but his lack of gratitude irks Asher. “Now,” he says, jerking Henry’s head up to meet his eyes, “what do you say when someone offers you a gift?”

"What else?" "Her hands. She had such wonderful hands. They were so soft and she had this one scar on the side of her left hand from when she was little and she fell off her bicycle. I always asked her to tell me the story of the scar and she'd tell me with the same enthusiasm every time. And every movement she made with her hands was so careful and steady, like she'd had that exact movement planned for years. Her hands could soothe me in a second." And he said, "What else?"

I tell her, flipping onto my side for better body amenity. Her eyes widened, “What disappeared?” “It healed,” I sigh. “ Kind of like how my wounds heal but in seconds, without a trace. Then I ended up with both hands on his chest, it felt as if lightning struck me for I don't know how many minutes, it hurt and when I pulled my hands away, I was tired and weak and I think he panted but I was too shocked to stay.” A smile forms on her lips, “So that's your power, you're the first in over four thousand years in our family to get the gift of healing.” she says merrily.

All of my face's small and minor features had been enhanced, so I didn't notice it when I touched my face. But, looking in the mirror right now, I can confidently say...I could be someone's prince charming. I calmed down after the previous excitement. I had no desire to be attractive in any way. So I gleefully looked at the skill I had received. [Generation of a new skill] [Unique Skill - God's Hand] {God's Hand- The Hand of God, capable of controlling anything with a thought.} The description was hazy and ambiguous. But I got the gist of it.

His right fingers cup my chin up to look at him. I felt something in me settle a little. I was still scared but I felt better. I felt safer. I felt protected. “The box.” I mumbled softly. I watched as his eyes ran around the gifts in search of the particular one I was scared of. Finally he picked it up, his expression changing on seeing the hand inside the box. “A hand?” He asked while I stood there shocked. It wasn’t just any hand. “My Father’s.” I stammered, finally finding my tongue.

Along the way, there were warm applause and cheers. Ginger Geller greeted the people around her warmly, her face full of smiles. In the end, she walked up to Uncle Smith and handed him the gift. 'Uncle Smith, I wish you live a long and happy life!' The gift she gave was a watch, which was elegant and round. It was inlaid with rare gems all over its body. There was only one like it in the world, and it was hard to find. Uncle Smith beamed from ear to ear. 'Thank you, Ginger.'