Monster With Eyes On Hands Novels & Stories

I let my eyes remain closed, eager to see what they would come up with. I could sense something heading for me and immediately caught it. My eyes flew open to see the blonde's monstrous hands. It was bigger and more hairy than that of a normal wolf and certainly stronger. Her claws sank into my hands and I let her go immediately. I sat up, a smirk playing on my lips as she massaged her wrists. "Now, what kind of weirdo are you?" I asked.

"We meet again, child." Indeed we did. I was in a throne room, surrounded by warriors of the dead. It was funny to me at first, all the creatures around me; about nine or ten, all carried a light in their hands. No. More like a purple fire, lighting directly from what you could call hands. One of them had his head on his right hand, and then the fire on the other. Another one looked right at me but I couldn't see his face. Even though I just knew he was staring at me. Black wounds appeared all over his body making him seem like he recently got stabbed in every part of his body. Then I noticed those creepy wounds were his eyes. The bloody hell! His eyes popped out of every part of him. Many o

The monster had a pair of sinister eyes, which were eyes that made people shudder just by looking at them. When Thea met his eyes, she showed a shocked expression. Despite his face being covered in exaggerated white fur, his eyes fell into Thea's eyes with incredible clarity, and in that moment, she lost her reaction. Until the monster suddenly reached out and pushed her away. When Thea realized what was happening, she saw his hand gripping Robert's throat. "Quick, shoot. Kill him," Robert shouted at Sir Harris.

There isn't even a glimmer of kindness in them, and it looks like he wants to end me right now. He is nothing else than a monster, standing with his hands in fists, clenching his jaw while looking all over my body. The feeling of his eyes roaming over my body has my legs shaking, and I can't help it when a tear wells over in my eye and runs down my cheek.

I don't want to die in their hands! I'm getting dizzy and feel like I'm almost out of blood. I opened my eyes again and looked at the monster beside me, Danrious; he was staring at me as he always does, but his eyes weren't red like his twin's. My mind was already racing when everything went black.

Its roar sent a shiver down my spine as I wondered where such a creature had originated from. Never in my life had I seen a monster so big, I established a connection with all three of them at the same time, “Anyone got eyes on the beast?” “No, it's moving so fast.” Raine noted. Ava also inputted, “Nothing on my end.” Alaric responded the same way although he didn't have to because before me was the monster standing proud and strong and glaring down at me with eyes filled with fire, and its eyes showed hurt. These emotions flashed between his eyes but the next second they were gone as he launched at me. I bounced off the ground and went over his head before grabbing his fangs and pulling him

With a single, unified thought, they raised their hands together, Siron with her physical hand, Morat with his hand of energy, and pointed them at the monster. “Go back to where you belong,” Siron murmured. “And leave us be,” Morat added. A burst of combined energy, gold from Morat and golden-blue from Siron, slammed into the beast. Alaric’s scream filled the air as the monster’s form was blasted out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Siron and Morat stepped out of the ruined bathroom. The monster had scrambled back up, but it was smaller now, weaker. The red eyes remained, but they were filled with fear.

From the shadows of the giant, rotting ferns, the monster emerged. It was horrifying. It stood over eight feet tall, a grotesque parody of the human form. Its skin was a sickly, mottled grey, stretched too tight over exaggerated, bulging muscles. Its jaw hung open, revealing rows of jagged, broken teeth, and thick, dark veins pulsed across its hairless scalp. But the most terrifying thing about the beast was its eyes. They burned with a chaotic, violent purple light—the visual manifestation of unstable, corrupted mana. It let out a guttural roar, a sound that held no intelligence, only pure, localized agony and rage. The air around its massive hands began to warp and distort as chaotic magic

What comforts? He took my hand, twining our fingers together as if we had done this often. His thumb rubbed small circles on the back of my hand. Surprisingly, his hand was warm, almost burning. There was color beneath his skin. If it weren’t for his eyes, I would have believed he was human. He couldn’t be what I thought he was. They were cold, like long-dead bodies and stone. Just some other sort of monster, I guess. The thought brought me no comfort as I realized that everything I knew about monsters of the night had never been proven.

But that did not mean she could trust him She turned and looked them all. "Bring out your hands." Her eyes changed to green an extended her hands to them. Jason didn't question his mom and gave out his hand. Miriam pierced with her katana. Blood came out of his hand and his eyes flickered green and golden before coming back to normal. She took Alicia's hand and did the same. He eyes flickered from blue to red then back to blue. "You" she pointed at Max. He hesitated for a moment and gave out his hand. Miriam pierced as well and his eyes turned from brown to fire red and back to his original eye color. There was a bit of astonishment but it disappeared before no one noticed