Scraped Knuckles Novels & Stories

Anyone would be. Then…. A crack. A sickening, sharp crack of bone shifting beneath skin. Aleron gasped. Ronan choked. More cracks followed, loud, unnatural, echoing through the clearing. Lyanna’s eyes widened as their bodies bent, twisted, reshaped. Their screams tore through the air, raw, feral, pained yet necessary. Lyanna reached for Sebastian in panic. “Papa…!” “It’s okay,” he whispered, steadying her hand. “This is normal.”

KILLIAN’S POV. The coffee in my ceramic mug was stone cold, but I kept my grip tight around it, letting the hard edges of the handle dig into my scarred palm. I stood on the edge of the stone balcony, my boots planted firm. Every muscle in my body felt like it had been shredded and stitched back together with hot wire. My knuckles were swollen, a deep purple color that matched the bruising along my ribs where Caspian had landed a lucky kick the day before.

I had it when I left the house this morning but wasn’t sure if I lost it in the forest. I watched as he pulled it from his jacket pocket and passed it to me. “If you’re not on ????оƃ????????ƃ.????о???? right now, this content has been scraped! For fresh updates, exclusive insights, and the real story, come visit us directly at ????оƃ????????ƃ.????о????. We appreciate your loyalty!” It was off or maybe it was broken. I turned it on sighing when I noticed the cracked screen. Of course, because that’s the type of luck I have.

But I said, "Okay." Kieran relaxed, then swept me up in his arms. My eyes caught sight of fresh scratches covering his chest—angry red marks like claw marks. He quickly pulled his shirt closed. "I fell earlier. Pretty ugly, right? Don't want to scare my Aria." I smiled sweetly. "Make sure Dr. Scarlett cleans and disinfects those properly. You don't want scars." The mention of Scarlett made something flicker in Kieran's eyes. I could practically see him remembering her claws raking down his skin, how she'd writhed beneath him like a wild cat.

~ZANDER~ Stephan took my order seriously as next Kaden started screaming while Stephan used a saw to cut his hand. “Oooh!” He just cried and screamed in pain without giving in. After they cut the hand, I asked that they dip it in acid, but before that, I walked to Kaden and gave him the last chance to speak, but he still refused and even called me weak, so with no mercy they dipped the stump of his arm in acid while I watched him scream.

After receiving approval from the school, the official Research Club was formed thanks to Alan's help rearranging their proposal. Anthony and old kids are busy managing their new club. Starting from cleaning the empty room that they will occupy as a club room. The room, which was not occupied for a long time, was filled with dust, old cobwebs, mice and cockroaches. It also cleans up the stuff that is piled up there. They have to work extra hard to get it done. “Anth, where is James? He's a member of the club too, why not come?" Carol said annoyed to have to work hard, feeling a lack of people who should be able to share and lighten the task.

Perhaps this was the happiest moment of my entire seventeen years of existence which was usually riddled with anger, sadness and pain. After having a breakfast consisting of badly cooked instant noodles and almost burnt eggs, I eventually hit the shower. I might probably have taken the longest shower that I’ve taken in my entire life. That’s mostly because I had to be very delicate and careful with my wound. It still hurt every time I twist really hard but the stitches have already stuck and they might start vanishing in a matter of few days. My knuckles on the other hand, they’re fine but the scabs are still there and it might take another week before they eventually fall of on their own.

He wiped the blood off his lips after cracking his knuckles. That was the second mistake: cracking his knuckles. Kai saw that as a preparation for battle. He lurched forward, baring his elongated fangs, and swiped hard across Dallan's face. The impact bit deep into Dallan's cheek, scraping off a huge chunk of flesh. Kai was at his former position in no time. The injury on Dallan's cheek closed up as fast as his anger for Kai. "When did your nails get so sharp?" Dallan murmured while massaging his healed cheek. He sighed and moved toward Kai who was still in battle stance.

With a smirk playing on my lips, I decided to take a shot in the dark, figuratively speaking. "Look time no see, Piero," I remembered this fuckface. "You were the one who helped Massimo to unload smuggled the guns." He sneered at me like he was a venomous snake about to spit. "It's Pietro, you dumb fuck." I couldn't help but chuckle darkly at Piero's correction. Even Enzo seemed to be enjoying the show. I retrieved the brass knuckles from my pocket, feeling their solid weight in my hand. The knuckles were crafted from gleaming, hardened brass, reflecting a polished sheen as they glistened under the light. Their intricate design showcased a rugged elegance, boasting four individual finger ho

I also noticed some blood on his fist and knees as if he did something no human should do. I wanted to go near him but I have no strength at all. My heart was squeezed much more when I saw tears dripping down his cheeks. I roamed to look at Ivann at the corner of my eye and noticed his eyes squinting with bruises all over his face and blood dripping on the corner of his lips. I was fully naked while Ivann was only wearing his undergarment. I sat there, dumbfounded. It feels so unreal. “Believe… me, it’s all a set up,” Ivann said.