Scarlet Hand Body Novels & Stories

Behind me, the room was silent. "I cannot choose," I said softly, but in the breathless stillness my words carried. "You each own part of me that I cannot reclaim." I turned my palms upward. "My blood, freely given, is all I have left to offer. Will you share it?" I extended my hand. After an endless moment, Scar moved first, pulling a dagger from his belt. He drew the blade across his palm and clasped my hand tightly. Blood mingled. Hunter silently grasped my other hand and repeated the gesture. Lastly Frost took the dagger and cut his own palm, pressing it to mine.

she spat, her anguish twisting into resentment. Before I could respond, she lunged at me, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me into a whirlwind of chaos. Nurses rushed to intervene, attempting to pry her away as the room echoed with the harsh sounds of grief and rage. Through the blur of tears and pain, I felt the weight of her accusations and the sting of her physical blows. In the midst of mourning, I found myself burdened with an accusation that cut deeper than any words. ***

Her hands were warm on his tear-stained face, Scar desired to feel her all over his cold body. Opening his eyes slowly, Scar stared at the young girl before him. So beautiful, he thought. Tucking his hands underneath her small thighs, Scar lifted her up to sit between his chest and his bent knees. She fit so perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle, as her warmth immediately spread through his bones. She was his complete and utter polar opposite! No words were exchanged as the pair sat and stared at one another, their eyes spoke a million words. Scar was scared to touch her with his bloody arms and Lani knew it. She found herself rubbing his arms with her hands, his blood smearing onto them. It was a

I undress and get in the shower. After a few minutes, I turn around when I hear an "Ahem." I whip around, and it's Gideon. His eyes are flashing red. I quickly cover my black scar with my left hand. I'm not embarrassed about my body, just my scar. I turn around. I turn off the shower, and I don't know what to say. So instead, I reach my right arm behind me. "Can you hand me my towel?" The shower door opens, I look over my shoulder, and Gideon steps into the shower, still clothed and towel in hand. I turn my head back.

“She is.” My eyes dipped to Scarlett. Her hair was stuck to her head with blood, red curls plastered to skin that was pallid beneath its tan. One hand lay upon the snow, dangling down from where two of them held her body. “Take your hands off her,” I growled. They dropped her. Just dropped her in the snow like she was nothing. Rage consumed me.

Scarlet drew closer, slowly extending her hand out to mine. And the moment she got close, my wolf kicked in when it saw what Scarlet did! Her face switched from innocent to evil! She suddenly unleashed a dark magic in her hand, launching it at me for a strike! On seeing this, I was ready to react when my Cadell swiftly pulled me back and grabbed Scarlet by the throat, slamming her hard to the ground! The impact was powerful! It made my body tremble at the force he used on her. His darkness quenched the spell from her hand, forcing Scarlet to go berserk! She was trying to throw Cadell off, but Pervy Wolf showed her he wasn’t like other wolves to mess with.

Scarlett’s POV Keith’s hands gripped my waist, his eyes a striking, neon blue, glowing with a power that seemed to seep from his very soul. I could feel his magic reaching out, surrounding me, like a soft, warm blanket that seemed to fill every corner of my being. It was a pure, raw energy that poured into me, amplifying my desire, stirring something deeper than I had ever known. A shiver ran through my body as his magic intensified every touch, every sensation.

Coughing and spluttering against the acrid scent, he wafted his hands all around the room in an attempt to clear his vision. When the room finally began to clear, Damon could see Scar leaning over the table . In front of her a large, wide-rimmed bowl was still filled with sparkling purple flames, but as he watched, the flames died and she reached inside. He held his breath, half-expecting her to gasp with pain, but when she pulled her hand out again, her pale skin was unmarred. She held something in her hand that he couldn’t quite see and he watched with a furrowed brow as she placed it on the end of her tongue. Closing her ice-blue eyes, she swallowed whatever the object was and her own bro

As I attempted to move away, Scarlet suddenly seized my hand with a firm grip, pulling me back to where I stood. I refused to appear vulnerable. Every action I took was deliberate as I wrestled my hand from her grasp. With a swift motion, I grabbed her hair, pulling it sharply backwards, causing her to wince in pain. "Ah! Let go, Elora!" Scarlet's voice rang out, desperate and loud, as she tapped on my hand repeatedly, pleading for release. But I held on, tightening my grip. I pulled her hair even harder, forcing her down onto her knees. "So much for being Luna... Luna in the dirt!" I taunted, my hand gripping her neck tightly while the other continued to yank her hair back.

The stem warped around its hand along with the leaves. Flying downwards with its little hands extended reaching out at the little boy standing small mountain over the piles of dead bodies. The background filled with the already trees in the world filled with the darkness. Its leg was grabbed by the little hands on his feet. Dressed into a black grown reaching up to his knees. The body filled with scars and scratches the little hand holding the dried rose which with the shade of rusted thorn around his hands reaching towards the angle at the sky. Which now had the single drop of blood rolling down from its cheeks to its hand. Rolling down at the hand at its face leaving their face coated with