Monster With Eyes On Hands Novels & Stories

He was paralyzed. He closed his eyes, waiting for death, as he felt the monster tightening its grip around his neck. But the next minute, he felt something bobbling within him, a strange energy which he hadn't known that he possessed. He felt it flow to his hands, and his legs, filling his bone and marrow, stretching even to the nerves in his head. Immediately, his eyes burst open, blazing blue hot! He could see reflection of his eyes in the fiery orbs of the monster. Instantly, the monster threw him aside, such that he bounced hardly on the wall and fell to the ground.

That cruel sorcerer tortured him alive! Jergintarth down the hall at an accelerating pace. Several dark monsters attacked him furiously. The form of the monsters that attacked Jergintarth was quite disgusting. There was a monster in the form of a collection of sharp-toothed eyeballs, there was a giant eye-shaped one with eight hands, and a spider-legged monster that had very sharp scissor hands. With the power of his fire fist, Jergintarth lunged at the group of monsters and burst in. He fought tooth and nail, dodging the monsters while beating and burning them one by one.

Yvette said with teary eyes, "Do you blame me for coming back and taking over your place, Wendy? But I can't help it—I really wanted a family!" I collapsed onto the floor. The pain from my old injuries flared up from Connor's kick, making me black out for a moment. Unable to hold it in any longer, I spat out a mouthful of black blood. Mom gasped and tried to help me up. Connor's expression faltered, yet he still scolded me harshly, "You suck at pretending! You're even spitting out black blood? Do you think you're acting?" I couldn't say a word, and I didn't want Mom to touch me. As such, I could only back away desperately.

Not to my beloved mate! The wind suddenly raged against us, my fingers elongated into black claws, my eyes didn't change to Golden yellow. They were different, a sparkling shade of deep red! I don't know why, but I felt power on a whole new scale. I was a monster and they could all see it, the redness of my eyes. Jerry gasped in horror but it was too late. I was going to kill him.

I smirked and lifted my eyes, and the werewolf in front of me gasped, looking at the color of my eyes. Without warning, I put my hand into the werewolf's chest His eyes widened, but before he realized what was happening, I yanked my hand away, tearing his heart out. He immediately collapsed to the ground, and I squeezed the blood from his heart, causing it to stream onto the ground.

I’d felt this before and knew what it meant. He’s an Eternus. My touch had just sparked his monster. I scooted my hand up so the cloth of his shirt was between my hand and his skin again. “Look at me. Look at me.” I urged him. Gasping for air and spitting the words as quickly as I could. He finally rolled huge brown eyes up toward me. They were nearly black, but my reflection caught in them. I swayed slightly side to side and saw that his head followed the motion.

The vacant gaze of his two black eyes was fixed on the sky above. Not the slightest sound could be heard in the arena at this time. Everyone was too shocked to speak. Vincent stood up from his spot. His hands had changed, I don't know since when, like Igor's, except that Vincent's claws looked thinner and sharper and almost silver in color when exposed to the reflection of the moonlight. His other hand was also the same, only it was red because of the blood dripping from something he was holding. It took two seconds before I realized what was in his right hand.

"As expected, you look delicious." I closed my eyes. My heart was pounding harder and harder. His skin felt hot, so hot, and his warm breath fanned across my neck. I gasped when he licked my neck. "Mmm...so fucking good." He growled, running his fingers down to my back. He slid his hand down and down until it reached my panties. Without warning, he slipped his hand inside it. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth. "It's called a magic hand," Luther whispered and nibbled my earlobe. "Let's see, how long would you be able to stand like this."

Its face appeared grotesquely misshapen, with glowing green eyes that fixed on me with predatory intent. Terror shot through me. I tried to shift, to call my wolf, but pain blocked the transformation. My limbs felt leaden, unresponsive to my commands. The creature moved suddenly, smashing through the remaining window glass. Shards rained over me as a massive clawed hand grabbed my neck, squeezing tight. My air supply cut off instantly. The monster’s skin felt rough like tree bark, scratching my flesh as it tightened its grip. I clawed desperately at the creature’s arm, my body weakening by the second. My nails broke as they scraped against the wooden texture of its flesh. With its other hand

whether you like it or not. Tess felt a surge of fear as the pack closed in, their eyes fixed on her like she was their next meal. The Red Hand, the pack's most feared enforcers, emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with an eerie red light. Liam growled, his eyes flashing with anger. "You'll have to go through us first." The imposing figure smiled, his eyes glinning with excitement. "Oh, that's exactly what I was counting on." The pack lunged forward, their teeth bared in a snarl. Tess screamed as the cabin doors burst open, and the Red Hand poured in like a dark tide, their leader, a towering figure with eyes that glowed like embers, locking eyes with Tess