Incredible Hulk Hands Novels & Stories

These weren’t just mechanical replacements; they were monstrosities forged for violence. The man on the left bore a hulking metal arm, its surface rusted and streaked with crimson stains—blood or paint, it was impossible to tell. The intricate gears and pistons that made up his forearm hissed with every subtle movement, tubes of glowing red fluid snaking through the steel like veins. The hand itself was grotesquely oversized, a jagged blend of metal plates and claws that looked capable of crushing bone with a flick of his wrist.

Despite his size, he didn't stand out in the crowd because he was way too relaxed, blending right in. Something's odd, Brigail's "spider sense" was tingling as she discreetly watched the man she labeled as the "Hulk" as she pretended to fish for something in her bag. Eli was walking at a leisurely pace along the sidewalk. With his height, Brigail could easily keep an eye on him. Then it happened. The Hulk was so fast, Brigail almost didn't see it. With a small stun gun hidden in his enormous hand, the Hulk tasered a poor, unsuspecting medium-built man leaning by the doorway of Taco El Gordo.

It's only after a deep velvety voice caresses my ear canals, that I open my eyes I comprehend that I haven’t hit the ground. I become increasingly aware of the warmth of huge muscular hands around my waist just below my breast. The smooth velvety warm caramel skin clung to seductive massive curves of muscle, trailing up to broad full shoulders Outlined in what appeared to be intricate golden tattoo ink in hieroglyphic patterns some I recognized like the Ankh the Egyptian representation of life on his rose gold armored gauntlets, others were completely unrecognizable to me with their intricate curves.

His whole torso rippled with exaggerated muscles. His face, despite being large and unnerving, was undeniably handsome, with a square jaw, a broad - and at least once broken - nose, and thick, sumptuous lips in an even deeper hue of blue. His scalp was bald, and his ears, which were filled with rows of golden rings, came to elfin points. The palm of his hand could cover my whole face and each finger boasted a band of gold. His nails were black, thick and shiny as if made from polished obsidian.

] †††† Big Harry was a huge guy; one of the muscleheads, that had won the preliminaries against a fellow musclehead. Wilson remembered him quite vividly. He had long hair and his hands would frequently transform into some sorts of rocks, or at least that was what he thought. Now, with the name of Harry's ability written out for all eyes to see, including his, he realised that the rocks that appeared were to reinforce his hands. It caused higher damage while at the same time, protected the user's knuckles. Whichever way one saw it, it seemed like the ideal ability for a boxer and any person that did a job that often required more strength and brains.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

His punch was as fast as a comet. Although Cyclops was slightly frightened, it did not slow down his movements. He lifted his right hand to grab Andrius’ wrist. To his surprise, Andrius slipped off by twisting his wrist before he punched Cyclops’ chest. If the powerful punch landed, Cyclops would be heavily injured. In response to the powerful punch, Cyclops had no choice but to retract his hands into a cross in front of his chest to block the blow. Bang! The two of them were pushed back again.

The flesh around the arms were splattered as if it had been bombarded by canons and turned into minced meat. He was the legendary Hades Li of the Iron Fist! His fists were supposed to be so strong that it could shatter granite! Any human being’s body would have turned into mush in a single punch. On the contrary, why was it that Charlie’s punch seemed to make his Iron Fist look like tofu? A single punch from Charlie and the fight came to an end. Which one among the two was the real Iron Fist user?!

“What the f*ck!” Startled, cold sweat dripped from Alex’s forehead. The hand was as fair as snow, her fingers slender and beautiful. Even the nails were painted and had faint flower patterns. They looked… exceptionally stunning. Shockingly, this hand also had immense strength. Alex had just gone through tribulation and reached three thousand nascent souls. He was now one of the most powerful people in America. However, compared with this beautiful hand, his powers seemed like nothing.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But Khyle blinked twice when he noticed the bluenet's hands. They were covered by a pair of thin black fingerless gloves with what appeared to be fine white bones running down the back. They were outlandish, much like that shirt he'd worn their first time out, but fitting. He could almost imagine those hands crushing through the very bones they displayed. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">