Her Gifted Hands Novels & Stories

"I suppose you were too much a stubborn creature to allow us to resolve this peacefully." Peacefully. Cedric begins, slowly and methodically, to roll up his sleeves. "Did you know," he says conversationally. "That the Gifted healer I found is quite skilled?" He smiles. "They can heal something as trivial as mortal wounds in mere moments." "As long as they are not yet dead, they can be healed." Cedric lifts his hand, palm up, to the side. Someone Brendan does not care to see hands him a long, gleaming dagger.

'These are Demon hands. The old man's face brightened instantly. 'Yes,' he said, happily and seemingly unaware of my horror. 'That's right! You've got it. A gold star for you!' Nodding, almost to himself, he turned and surveyed the row, sweeping his arm out as if presenting the display of severed hands to me. 'Behold the spoils of the Endless War. What you see before you are the hands of every Shedim slain since the time after the Fall.'

“Your hands carry the power of infinite universes. They were never meant to be delicate.” My thumb brushed over her knuckles. “They are wild. Untamed. Meanwhile, my hands…” I glanced at my fingers before entwining them with hers. “My hands were made to hold yours. Of course, gentleness comes naturally to them.”

Enzo turned to her, concern in his eyes. "Baby sister, do you want to give it to him from your heart? If not, I can take it. Your gift is special, so don't compare it to theirs, okay?" She nodded slowly, her eyes meeting Asher's. He noticed her presence and approached her, surprising her. "Is that for me?" Shyly, she nodded and extended the gift. Asher took it and, to her astonishment, opened it right in front of her. Inside was a handkerchief she had embroidered herself, featuring a stick-figure couple with the initials "L & A."

I closed my eyes, feeling my Siren awoken inside of me, as I could see her starting to shine at the same time as my body started to glow. I opened my eyes, looking at the Goddess, her hand retracted as she silently looked at me. “What happened?” I asked, looking down at my hands, seeing the glow slowly disappearing until it was fully gone. “Your gift is now fully awoken.” She said to me. “My gift?” I asked her, confused. “Yes my dear child, you have a gift to show the truth. You will be able by your touch to connect the one to me, as they will hear my words and see me, to make them realize the wrong they are doing and what my will and wish is.” She said.

“A disability like this – it is not an injury. Your gift, from what I’ve learned from your using it, heals what is wrong with my body. But what happened to me so long ago – I’ve healed from it. My body is just different now - I’m not sick.” “Oh,” I say, the logic of that hitting me like a slap in the face. I bite my lip though, dropping my eyes. “Well, would you let me try?” “Of course, my dear,” he murmurs, giving me back his hand. And so I close my eyes, and access my gift, and breathe softly as it sweeps through Henry. It knits up a few little things that I think are natural with age, but as it moves through him… He’s right.

I had chills, taking in her words. The gifted one? She believes that I was gifted by the moon goddess, if only she knew my life had been nothing far from a gift. I was a lowly omega, I lost my father, hated and maltreated my own pack. I wasn't gifted, I was cursed. Mene suddenly reached out for my hand. I hesitated but lifted mine as well. She held my hands tight and peered into my eyes as if searching for something.

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.

"You, uh, need this?" He's given me another handkerchief, this one way more personalized than the first. For one it had little pastel cats on it. It looked like something Noelle would have had. "It's a gift from my godfather, Lord Ingálvur. Sidhe Lord. Dread Lord. I think you'd like him."

His gaze felt like an X‑ray, as if he wanted to look straight through me. I did not look away. I met his gaze with a numb calm. After a long silence, he smiled and pulled his hand back. He tossed the burn ointment onto the nightstand. “Fine. Go. But you must return on February sixteenth. It is my birthday. I want you to give yourself to me as a gift.” He leaned close to my ear, and his teeth brushed my earlobe. “You need to be clean and fresh.” I pushed down the nausea in my stomach and nodded. “Okay.”