Profaned Capital Hand Monster Novels & Stories

He said as he began to thrust slowly, too slow to make me cum at this point. “Please, make me cum, please Kan.” I begged as I tried to move and make him go deeper. “You’re not a monster, p.please fuck me harder.” He chuckled. “I am a monster, Nightingale. You’re right, my hands are stained and they won’t get clean overnight. But I’m your monster, only yours. Don’t forget that. And if you mention those other men to me again, I will hunt them down and make you watch as I skin them alive and slice off their limbs.”

The whole Ashveil Order teetered on the edge of ruin. Only then did I move. I didn't even rise. I stayed lounging against the high seat. I lifted my right hand, extended a single finger, and tapped lightly toward the sky. Across heaven and earth, it was as if an unseen hand had closed around the monster's throat. Its roar, mighty enough to shatter mountains and rivers, cut off all at once. The raging aura overhead turned tame in an instant, like a wild horse brought to heel. The ancient monster's vast body shuddered violently in the air, and for the first time, fear surfaced in its crimson eyes.

"Ignorant piece of shit! Die!" He appeared less than ten feet away from Severin while he was yelling. Stretching out his thin arm, he grabbed into thin air in the direction where Severin was. The spiritual energy around was in his command as they quickly formed a giant green hand that was almost the size of a small mountain. He pressed his hand down, and the giant handprint smashed down onto Severin. That was the Walpens' secret technique, a Sun-grade medium-rank, Gigantic Hand Crusher.

The city shook violently. Buildings collapsed. Entire streets disappeared into the abyss. Yet the darkness kept rising. I stared in horror as something emerged from the void. A hand. A colossal hand. Large enough to crush fortress walls. Its skin looked blacker than the darkness surrounding it. Ancient runes burned across its surface like molten scars. The sight nearly stopped my heart. That was only its hand. The creature itself was still below. Still trapped. Still rising. "Run!" Renn's scream finally broke my paralysis.

I need to call Laurent. My trembling cold hands fumbled through my pocket but I cursed silently the moment I remembered I left my phone. "I never knew the Claw's Alpha is such an easy target. Better luck next time," The monster hissed as he held the guy on his neck, lifting him slowly from the ground. "Oh," His hideous face went closer to his, his fangs as sharp as knives drawing closer. "There's no next time for you." I don't know what is wrong with me, but I found myself running towards the monster, unleashing my unknown power. Five dark long chains appeared as I waved both of my hands. It chained the monster and started glowing red.

I fired back without backing down, "Go ahead and call the police. I'd also like to ask them how someone with a fractured finger on their right hand could inject medication into a vial or perform surgery on a patient." As I slowly extended my heavily bandaged right hand, both Megan and Sheila instantly paled. But there was more than left Megan in disbelief. The next moment, the operating room doors swung open, and a doctor in scrubs stepped out. When he spotted Mr. Monroe, his face lit up with happiness. "Mr. Monroe, the surgery was a complete success. Once the anesthesia wears off, we can transfer the patient to a general ward." Megan, however, screamed sharply, "Dad, who did you operate on?

The scarfed man met my eyes, and we both turned, watching the sand seethe towards the red-haired man and his son who fled towards the village. “Calthacien!” I yelled, spilling out the entire contents of my spell pouch and slamming my hand into the sand at our feet. Heat surged from my hand and I watched the surge of power through the sand, flowing like water, liquefying the sand into molten glass. The monster surged up through this liquid, shrieking as it burnt its skin. The red-haired man threw his axe, embedding it into the monster’s skull and it fell. “Monsters,” the scarfed man reminded me in the silence that fell afterwards and we both scanned the sand for ripples.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

Caspian noticed that Handsome's father appeared strange. According to normal circumstances, Handsome and its father were both monsters. If the city was the City of Shame of the monsters, no matter what Handsome's father said, he had to show his righteous indignation. However, Caspian also noticed a slight disdain in Handsome's father's eyes. It seemed that Handsome's father looked down upon the group of monsters, but was he not a monster too? Caspian thought it was a little strange, but he did not ask any further questions. The issue was a bit sensitive, and it was better to pretend not to care.

Clara took a step and continued forward. The three of us rushed forward until another stepped forward. Clara lifted her hand, palm up before she shoved her hand forward. A black shield taller than us and spreading out ten feet wide pushed out from her hand. It slammed against the mud monster ran into it. She pulled her arm back and thrust it forward again. The darkness pressed forward until the monster fell on it’s back. Clara stepped forward and lifted her hand up above her head. I looked up to her hand before looking at the humanoid again. As she brought her hand down until her palm was facing the floor. She shoved it down as the humanoid’s head fell into it’s shoulders. She grunted and to