Scarlet Hand Body Novels & Stories

Nothing was in their sight it was clear. Clean. Nada. Nothing. Alexis was beginning to think it was a horrible lie and she just strained her back for nothing until she saw it. She held her mouth to contain the shriek that threatened to escape at the sight of it. A hand. A green hand with disgustingly long nails that had a brown hue. And it was just a hand. No body was connected to it. Hector realised Alexis was in shock and attempting to calm her with a pat. It woke her up a bit, but the vision of that arm seemed painted in her mind.

Now all that is left of Marion is his body, wingless and without his furry feathers anymore, brown and charred with burnt skin on some parts, soak in broth and vegetables around him. “M..marion..” she whisper. She couldn’t hear the sound of Ariadne calling out to her. She was crying too and tried to wake her from her shock but Eve vision went red. She felt her Gift rising from her skin, her life-force pools in her palm as she jumps on the screaming Agnes who just had a wide smile before. Screaming can be heard in the dining room. She felt hands tried to pull her off but her gift made her strong and everyone who tries to touch her cringed in pain when I contact with her icy cold body.

he softly called. "Go away, I need to sleep more" Scarlet screeched, putting the covers over her head, Reid yanked them down to her waist, revealing her bare back filled with purplish spots, and hickeys. Reid chuckled, leaning down to Scarlet's ear, letting his breath ghost on her skin, Scarlet bit her lips, trying to stop her heating body. She could barely move and her body wanted more. she was such a slut...but it wasn't completely a bad thing, right?

Grayson ordered as Rosa joined them again, covering the rear. Suddenly, the hallway lights flickered, and from around the corner came a sound–a wet, clicking noise. Not footsteps. Not quite human. Grayson raised his weapon. "Something’s here." They froze. A figure turned the corner. Not a soldier. It was a hybrid. Taller than a man, with elongated limbs and partially synthetic plating across its torso, its face shimmered with artificial skin that rippled like liquid over bone. Its eyes locked onto Elena, and then onto Rose.

I didn’t get far before I bumped into a solid wall of muscle. I stumbled and almost fell when a hand reached out and grabbed my hand. I found myself in the mid air, and looked up to the person Bare-chested. He was Ronan. His pants soaked and streaked with crimson, his hands slick with blood. A wolf’s severed head dangled carelessly from his other hand, its glassy eyes dull and lifeless. Behind him, two bodies lay crumpled, one half-shifted mid-transition, the other’s throat torn clean through.

“I called you Mr Montgomery in front of Mrs Collins and she questioned me. I don’t think I can handle this any better” “Even if you kept your mouth shut, she would question you. You flinch every time I touch you” “It’s… I’m having a hard time wrapping myself up in all of this! I’m so not used to physical contact and all of this seems like a dream, I don’t know… I’m just scared I screw everything up” “We’ll have to change that, then” he stated at me briefly before gabbing my hand and pull me against his chest. I tried to avoid eye contact but his hand in my neck made me lift my head on instinct.

I groaned, using one hand to hold her back. “How are you still having strength?” she hissed, her evil eyes looking down at me in shock. I looked at her belt, and I reached for a knife with my other hand, and I thankfully took a dagger. I cut through her wrist like it was an apple. She screamed as her hand holding the dagger fell on me. She continued screaming, holding her hand in horror. I groaned, standing up. “You are not getting my mate,” I hissed.

Pulling. I snarled and ripped my arm back, claws extending— And immediately froze. Because the hand I tore myself free from… was my own. Not bone and flesh. Not wolf or man. A hand of light. A hand shaped exactly like mine, but glowing with the same impossible luminescence as Aria’s Gate-mark. I stumbled backward, chest heaving. “What—what are you—” The spectral hand flexed. The air crackled. And then, as if drawing breath, the rest of the form materialized behind it.

Scarlet waited for the young girl to acknowledge her hand while remaining silent. The young child finally managed to mindfully grasp Scarlet's hand after a lengthy delay. Scarlet gently held her hand as she assisted her to her feet after observing this. She recalled to examine the young child once more for any wounds. They actually drew closer to one another as a result of her activity. The young girl felt soft and delicate. Even her scent was very pleasant. Scarlet couldn't help but recall her third child, a stillbirth due to an umbilical cord issue, which she couldn't help but remember.

"What if I refused to? I'm already like this; if you still think I'm repaying kindness with ingratitude, you might as well as just kill me." As it was currently the height of summer, I only had a simple short-sleeved shirt underneath my white coat. However, just the sight of my arm was enough to shock everyone. It was so thin that it was nothing but skin and bones, and it was covered in a network of scars and needle marks. A young woman gasped in fear before covering her eyes. Others started to show their sympathy, casting suspicious glances at my so-called family. The Sanders all wore cold expressions, completely indifferent to my wounds and even showing signs of disdain. After all, this wa