Right Arm Of The Forbidden One 소설 & 이야기

She was sweating, rubbing her throat continuously. "What happened? Tired?", Koena yelped while twerking, her lips stretched into a smirk. "Your stamina is too low, girl. How will you handle a bunch of girls?" Haya passed a tight-lipped smile and leaned back to the railing to stand properly. "Here you go", a long arm with a flagon appeared in front of her. She immediately looked back, discovering Aaron standing beside her holding the flagon. His skin was tanned because of sunburn and sweat all over him.

"We need to talk about your arm." The cabin went quiet. Even Valerius stopped chewing. I looked down at my left side. They had cut away the sleeve of my jacket. My arm lay exposed on the white sheet. It was beautiful and terrifying. The black crystal bones were perfectly formed, interlocking with a precision that nature couldn't achieve. There was no flesh, no muscle. Just the dark, obsidian structure floating in a suspension of faint, purple mist. It looked like a constellation trapped in the shape of a limb.

On the way to the hospital in my daughter's car, my legs felt cramped, so I adjusted the angle of the passenger seat. A second later, I heard a soft snap from beneath the seat. A toothpick had broken. I jumped in fright as my daughter, Marissa Langford, slammed on the brakes, her face turning pale. "Why would you touch that? Tyler set that seat to a specific position on purpose. He uses it to check whether another man has been sitting in the passenger seat. How am I supposed to explain this now?" Realizing I'd caused trouble for her marriage, I immediately sent Tyler Ashford, my son-in-law, an apology. Hours passed without a reply. Eventually, all I received was a cold laughing emoji.

It was the master key to unlock the chain from my neck that was restraining my wolf. "Hold still, my sweet girl," my mother whispered softly, her hands trembling as she inserted the key into the collar. The lock clicked loudly. The metal collar fell away from my neck and hit the floor with a loud, metallic clang. I felt relieved instantly. The painful silence in my head shattered as my wolf surged forward, howling with fury and joy. The supernatural power flooded back into my veins, bringing heat and strength back to my exhausted muscles.

Or was my death so fast that I died without realizing I had? No, I wasn't dead; I was alive. I felt my eyes flinch. My eyes opened, and immediately they widened. Jurius was standing over me. My eye surprisingly went to his right hand, and my mouth too widened seeing him one-handedly holding the humungous bark of the tree. His eyes stared into mine, showing no emotion or struggle with the heavyweight he had in his hand. "Grrr!..." he growled as he pushed the tree aside. I watched with a racing heart as the tree fell hard onto the ground, causing the ground to shake.

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

The severed hand fell to the ground with a dull thud, but the figure didn’t scream or even flinch. Maria landed a few feet away, her breath coming fast. For a brief moment, she hesitated. Should we retreat? The figure’s head tilted toward his mutilated arm, and a twisted smile crept across his face. “You made me use this arm so soon,” he growled, Then, with a sickening squelch, the stump began to writhe, tendons twisting like snakes as dark energy seeped from the wound. Bone pierced through flesh, elongating unnaturally, and sinew wrapped itself around the skeletal frame in seconds. The new arm snapped into place, flexing its clawed fingers as though testing its strength.

Just then, Angie swirled her scepter around and howled, "Hand of Darkness!" All at once, a gigantic black hand stuck out of the whirlpool from the center of the spell spheres. The hand and the arm it was attached to looked like that of a demon. It was a meter wide, adorned with razor-sharp nails spanning over twelve inches long. The entire arm and hand were densely covered in runes that glowed eerily with terrifying energy, clawing at Wilbur.

I used my Alpha command and everyone looked scared. I placed the hot burning iron on his arm to tattoo the banished mark and he gritted his teeth to stand the pain…

"We can't afford to replace expensive items because of your clumsiness." I kept my head down and nodded silently. People like Vera always found reasons to criticize everything I did. Maybe it was because I was an orphan with no family to defend me. Or maybe because of the strange silver birthmark on my shoulder that I kept carefully hidden under my clothes. It looked like a crescent moon caught in thorny vines, and the old pack shaman had once told me it meant I was "touched by unusual magic." Whatever the reason, I'd learned long ago to stay quiet and avoid drawing attention to myself.