روايات وقصص ضمن Pan's Labyrinth Hand Eyes

His black eyes fogged when one of the Lycans who was holding Narciso earlier stepped forward, he moved so fast and unexpectedly. Only when Narciso felt the agonizing pain on his left hand did he realize that he'd lost his hand ... Nicklaus had ordered his warrior to rip off his hand! A shrill scream rang through the entire manor, the sound was so terrifying and then a hair raising deep guttural growl followed when another Lycan covered his mouth. "Stop being such a cry baby else am just gonna chop off your other hand... My little one is just downstairs and she's quite shaken by an incident that involves your kind.." Nicklaus warned him...

We've been busy lately, and all we can manage are short, stolen moments like this. A slight squeak of the door that we didn't shut all the way warns us we aren't alone. It's Labyrinth, one of King's guard. His eyes make you look twice-one blue, one green. He's also a huge goliath of a man and when you add in beautiful eyes, it's an odd combination. His square jaw, full lips, and lethal persona are common among the Shadow Warriors. Labyrinth, as one of King's guards, is deadly. Though, right now, he just looks sheepish.

Using my two fingers in my left hand, I opened Lauren's eyelids and held them in place so that I could start extracting the black smoke from her eyes. Using my right hand, I began the process of the extraction. A white laser-like light came out of my right hand and began grabbing the tail of the black smoke. Once I had a firm grip on it, I directed the black smoke to the transparent jar on the table. I managed to imprison the tail of the black smoke inside the first jar but the damn thing don't want to stay inside; it became hyperactive, like a wriggling worm, thrashing violently inside the jar. And to my utter surprised the jar shattered into pieces.

I can see his deformed right hand hanging limply at his side, the fingers curled into a claw-like shape, with no sign of life. The skin is stretched taut over his knuckles, with thick, raised scars all over. Only his left hand seems functional now. It's the same one he slapped me with. Despite his mangled appearance, Vesper's remaining eye is burning holes through me as he takes another deliberate step closer. This can't be happening! This has to be a nightmare! That's the only logical explanation, because there's no way that I can go from basking in Liam's love to facing this evil monster out of the blue.

Those dark green eyes stared back at him, it seemed to have a little bit of red that tint within them, showing the turmoil of the owner behind those eyes. Lancer, bent down, once again agitated. A little bit of fur appeared on his left arm, his golden eyes flickering to her sudden manic gaze. It made him feel a chill down to his spine. But he just frowned, thinking it was a normal trait for a dominant omega to have. “Don’t let me force you to get that thought out of your head—” While Lancer kept talking, Aliana claws came out of her left hand, scratching the side of Lancer face hard, after Lancer got distracted for a moment.

Moana’s POV I stood there frozen in front of the open cellar door, my hand still gripping the heavy iron handle. The strange woman’s purple eyes gleamed beneath her hood as she stretched out her hand toward me. My gaze dropped to her hand. It looked older than any wolf’s hand I had ever seen in the village. The fingers were thin, the skin hung tight in some places and loose in others. Dark veins ran across the back of her hand, and a silver ring rested on her smallest finger, carved with strange markings I had never seen before. The hand looked fragile enough to be shaking, yet it remained perfectly still.

Emerson POV The words sliced through the murmurs around me. They weren’t the worst ones. “Don’t look at her,” someone whispered urgently, too close to my ear. “Snake-eyes bring bad luck.” Another voice followed, lower, fearful. “That’s why the Alpha hates her. You don’t stare at things like that and survive.” My stomach twisted. Several pack members turned, their glares sharpening. Some looked away quickly, like my eyes might infect them if they lingered too long. One of them bared his fangs and lunged forward, his steps heavy and deliberate.

"Wait Leia, in the center of the light that came out of the stone, you did not see any figure?” "Now that you ask me sir, then a very strange being appeared, he had six hands, and a huge sword, all black and red.” "Did you have jars?” "Yes, yes sir, several and three eyes. One in the center of the forehead. And she had no lips, her teeth were visible.” "I was reading, you told me that when we were very young and I didn't believe you," Enril interrupted her, "are you sure you didn't get it from your imagination?”

"Agite Tenebrae Abyssi" Calling fort, black and long hands emerges from the same lines and points of the transmutation circle. As the eye is drawn and opens in the middle, she smiles back looking towards it as it pins its sight towards her. With the eye’s black, deep and somehow taunting stare, she let the hands wrap around her hands, waist, and feet. Falling into the abyss as she let her body be shallowed unto the eye, she draws a satisfying smile and all in a second and a few ticking times she opens her eyes as she is directed into HIS realm and void.

Hera tightened the twining of her three first fingers and moved the two kissing fingers closed to each other, making it look like the banana bell, and then, with her heart beating fast, she pulled them apart and made the forefinger and thumb kissed each other, facing them upwards. Afraid she might have screwed it up, she looked up and ended up swearing when the rubber-like hands disappeared. Staring left and right in the hope to find for that shit of a hand lurking somewhere, she saw only the grotesque images painted on the walls enclosing them in. “Did it work?”