Right Arm Of The Forbidden One Novels & Stories

Seoliel glared at the creature. The creature laughed and looked like he was remembering a distant fun memory. "Yes, I remember saying that. It was a distant dream back then, but now that I have my body back, I could feel my fingers touching it-" The creature raised his hand and looked at his palm while he spoke, however, he couldn't finish his sentence when Seoliel interfered. "What fingers? You don't have even a single one though?" She pretended like a fool as she tilted her head with an annoying smile plastered on her face. Seoliel has cut off the creature's ten fingers with her magic energy.

In that moment I couldn't care about what Dante thought the tears came pouring down as I stared. Bile rising in my throat at the sight in front of me. Her head wasn't on her body anymore and it wasn't even in the picture but I knew that body anywhere, I had hugged it so many times I could tell it was her even if I was blind. Her fingers were chopped off into tiny bits and scattered around, some would think they were tiny bits of stone and not actual fingers.

My fingers twitched on its own as I imagined what that hair might feel like. I shut the thought down immediately but the way Maya was doing a little bounce on her feet as she hugged my grandmother made my eyes traveled from her hair to her waist, to her legs. I hated that my mind pulled up the image of how her legs had looked under that short gown at the club, smooth and lean. How it rid up in the car, I enjoyed the view. I could imagine myself spreading her legs apart, trailing my fingers over her heat and rubbing on her little bud before slipping one or two fingers into her—

Elen nodded, his gaze fixed on Cain, who had drawn blood on his palms using a small knife. Cain passed the knife to Elen, communicating that it was her turn to do the same. Elen hesitated but then traced her fingers with the blade, feeling a strange pull as Cain clasped her hand. A dark light shimmered from their joined palms, and Elen experienced a prickling, scalding sensation on her wrist, as if a mark was being seared onto it. A small cross appeared, a symbol of a mysterious connection that had been forged between them.

The world tilts, the edges of my sight dimming as if someone is drawing the curtains shut. No. I force my eyes open wider. Force my fingers to tighten around my sword hilt even though my grip feels numb. I can’t let this be how it ends. Not like this. Not before I reach the light. The Forbidden Light. It’s close. I can feel it now, faint but unmistakable, like a hum deep in my chest responding to something ancient and familiar. It’s calling to me. Why can’t I move? A warrior charges at us from the right. Ronan pivots to block, but another slips past him on the left. Too fast. Too close.

His left arm was carved with symbols and shapes and the right arm was totally clear, not a single tattoo was visible. The most beautiful art was a Greek mythological dragon's head on his left chest that trailed down on the left arm then mixed with other tattoos, and a black rose just between the joint of his neck and shoulder. A shiny gold chain was hanging on his chest that made him look more sexy and delicious. It hurts to look at this marvelous man who is rotten and dangerous from the inside and kidnapped me and then tortured me every day. "Like what you see baby?" He smirked devilishly and leaned forward.

Rican Alfanso…. Nina was frozen till her core. She couldn't believe her eyes that it was him. That she had just seen him taking someone's life so brutally. His entire face was covered with a black mask, except for his eyes and forehead. Dark and small locks of his jet black hair were falling on his forehead and all of this was enough for her to recognise him but still she tried to prove herself wrong because she didn't want to believe that it was really him. Her hands were trembling in terror but she still gathered her courage and lifted one of her hands. Without taking her watery eyes away from his, Nina extended her quivering hand towards his face to remove his mask but before she could to

I knew he wanted to see me crumble but I won't let him. A dangerous smirk drew by the corners of his lips as his eyes assessed my bruised wrists. I hadmade sure to put on a gown that would cover my entire body, thereby hiding the inhumane marks he gave me. It was a shame it couldn't cover my wrists as this monster had his eyes on my now red wrists. "Now you know the punishment for disobeying my orders don't you?" He taunted. I gave a low hiss and remained silent. "Answer me!"He suddenly yelled which got me startled.

The sea limbs stab into the wooden wall making their way up to the roof. Tegan looks for a moment watching her as a predator does with their prayer. The black ink that coats his right arm and some of the right side of his armor torso starts to boil like acid. He narrow's his eyes at the tendril on the ground and stabs it with his sword, sticking it in the ground. With his left hand, he plunges his gauntlet into the right arm or shoulder. The points of his finger link making a dent but then revealing through the shoulder itself making a screech on metal sound. He tears through the right side of his armor ripping it off and throwing it to the ground. Now his right side is bare, and the tarnish