Novel & Cerita Iron Hands Chapter

TAKE ME, RUIN ME CHAPTER 21 CHAPTER 21: UNWAVERING CONFIDENCE The sudden loss of his hands makes me flinch. One moment, the air was thick with heat and the heavy weight of his touch, and the next, he is gone. I am left kneeling there, breathing hard, my chest heaving as I try to find my bearings. I feel completely lost in the wake of the sensations that have finally departed from me. It’s like being plunged into ice water after standing too close to a fire.

“I am not dead. I am part of the core now. I am the core. And the core is eternal.” She turned to face me. And the core flared. I raised the dagger. “Then I will destroy you both.” --- END OF CHAPTER 38

The council member with a terrifying tone said while looking at me like I was some kind of an unwanted creature. Complying with his request, I slowly began to twist my arm around my hand chains to be able to find a way to pull the pantyhose on my hands down since it was obvious to me the chains will not be taken off my hands. I caught the tip of the pantyhose in my right hand with the finger of my left palm, pulling it down gradually because of the huge pain I usually feel over it when anything such as a cloth brushed my fur skin surface. The pain sent a shock wave across my brain. I eventually pulled it off and let my hands bear to the eyes of all the people gathered in the hall room. When

My legs gave out from underneath me, I tried to brace myself for impact against the ground, but instead my weak body was pulled into strong arms. I blinked, trying to clear the blurriness in my eyes again, the dark spots started clouding my vision, but before it fully had a chance to pull me in, I was met with deep seafoam eyes that shone with so much intensity, “I have you.." *** This chapter wasn't the best, my apologies, next chapter will be better I promise. Shalini Zhara <3

my daughter cried, her purple eyes flaring with a blinding intensity as she reached out both hands toward the falling mountain of iron. The clock had hit zero. The final shipyard was collapsing around us, and with only four chapters left before the ultimate reset, the unlisted heiress was about to unleash the true, unrestricted power of the original creator.

Iris called again, softly. He transfered his gaze at her, and reached for her, eyeballing her from head to toe. Suddenly, he let out a loud howl, forcing us to cover our hears from the piercing shriek. He swung a hand at the collar on her neck, breaking it with his claws. The shattered the metal plates on her wrist and ankles with his claws, setting her free from the mesh.

Crysanthi said to me as she bent down & grabbed Jessica's chains. She aged & rusted Jessica's chains just she did mine before breaking them off her wrists. I bent down to grab the iron to cut my hand open & she grabbed my hand to stop me. She flipped my hand over & her eyes glowed a vibrant pink as the nail on her pointer finger elongated. She flipped Jessica's hands over & slit open both of her palms before reaching her hand out for mine. I complied & she cut my palms open as well. I squeezed my hands over Jessica's, whose hands, although having been cut open, weren't even bleeding. My blood dripped down into Jessica's palms & shimmered a bright silver as it flowed into her open wounds.

By the time I reach the door, I had already inhaled too much. I kick the door open, it had already been weakened by the fire, and race down the stairs trying to stop myself from falling down them. I search the pitch black until the flames from above offer an orange glow. I find him slumped over in the chair, silver chains still wrapped around him….the blade still wedged into his chest. “Hector.” I gasp out, what have they done to him. As soon as my hands touch the silver they burn like the fire above, but I don’t stop. I unwrap them over his head, taking great care not to let them touch his skin…my hands were bleeding from the silver but I scars were nothing in comparison.

The heartbeat sound got louder each second as my ichor pumped and pulsated through the veins, which linked wraith and handprints etching. I fell on my knees as I writhed in the pain, but my hands didn’t move an inch from the handprint engraving. I couldn't move my hands! The smell of my burnt flesh mixed with the scent of my ichor blood and metal scent of hot iron from the gate spread thickly in the air. My ichor continued to flow into the handprints, each lost drop causing a new harrowing throb of pain to wash over me.

CHAPTER FOUR ARIA My body was lying on something cold and hard. I shivered and tried to wrap my hand around my body. My eyebrows creased as I realized I couldn't move my hands. I pulled, but the sound of heavy metal filled my ears. My eyes opened slowly, and I took in the strange room I was in. I couldn't figure out what the room was. It was a dark room that was empty except for the chair that sat in the center of the room. With so much effort, I got into a sitting position. My head pounded as my stomach churned. I glanced at my hands and feet and saw that they were chained to the floor.