Knuckles Turning Black Novels & Stories

He gently placed his hands on either side of her face. All I could do was watch on in a stunned and horrified silence as I saw the nails on both of his thumbs slowly transform and extend into his large wolf claws. The dark coloured claws looked like the tips were blood-stained, as if they had been dipped in the crimson substance so many times that it had caused the permanent discolouration.

Blood dripped down from his red knuckles. Raeherys struck another punch against the stone wall, but it was too hard. He couldn’t make a crack. Only traces of blood were marked on the stone cold surface. He hissed out the pain in his soaking red fist, and after a few more strikes, he finally gave up.

I sighed and let go of the edge of the sheet, removing it from my legs, leaving only a piece on my thighs. The doctor's face didn't change, but what I saw took my breath away. Everything that came into my field of vision was purplish blue. Dirty yellow spots of bruises came out in places, but the bulk of the monstrous beatings remained frightening colors. There were healed scratches on his knees, on his fingers too, there was blood under the nails, and on his right wrist it looked like someone's imprint. Under the chest, a medical plaster stood out as a snow-white rectangle.

he added, his words freezing me in place. I turned sharply to see Knox falter; his hand pressed tightly against his side. Blood seeped between his fingers, staining his skin a dark crimson. His face was pale, eyes wide with shock.