Spirit Fingers Webtoon Novels & Stories

he said and got up, gesturing for the animal to follow him. They walked to a clearing and hid behind some bushes. "Look there," he pointed to a pregnant woman. He was young and caressed his huge abdomen with a smile on his lips- That's my friend's wife. She will give birth shortly. He told me that he was able to put your blood and conscience inside the baby and that way you would be born again-

I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help. Panic spreads through out my veins causing me to thrash around in the tight space I find myself in, bringing my hand up to my mouth I bite at the rope slowly freeing myself of then then start to scratch at what ever it is that blocking me inside where ever it is I am. The sound of dog’s barking in the distance silence my movements making be hold my breath thinking that maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me. Again the sound of barking dogs reaches my ears only louder as if the barking was coming

Who is that? And lastly...what is he even eating? I took a peek again and suddenly, a pair of eyes met mine. Osamu... I could hear the racing of my own heartbeat. I could tell that he's trying to get some help. I don't know how hurt he is, not until that creature went toward Osamu and break his shoulder. "AHHHH!!!" Only Osamu's loud shout could be heard in the room. I gasped when I saw how it tear Osamu's hands. I could hear the pain from Osamu’s scream. I could even feel my hands trembling even more as if my own limbs got broen instead.

came a whisper in the night, one spoken with hope. This was a whisper with a mind of its own. A creature like a voice, unable to be seen, or felt, but one able to see, feel, and smell. It was the whisper of a being called Rose Steele, and she was currently one of the captives of the house of silence, the very body of the house itself. This was what time had done to Rose and her sisters. This was what a curse had done to them against their will. But a whisper had been sent. A feeling of hope to be restored.

He spat, pressing her n*pple violently. "Ohh Tiger! Yeah you know I love the pain!" She moaned, f**king herself on his fingers. She pressed his fingers more brutally on her n**ple, and her mouth widened as the sting went down her p*ssy. "F**k! Yes! Yes! Hard!" She saw stars and satellites, floating through her head as her c*m started coming... Her whole body felt it, but just as she was about to c*m, Tiger withdrew his fingers from her, and he gave her a daring smile when she faced him.

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

Down at my hands which were a deathly gray, with thin black veins running up my arm. My fingernails had grown into sharp greyish claws that looked almost devilish. And the ground below my hands... It had been green with grass before. Now, the grass was dead. Withered and rotted so completely that they were black, leaning sadly against the ground. I gasped in shock, and pulled my hands away. The grass remained dead. When I reached out a clawed finger and touched it, it crumbled to ash. "What the fuck," Barry whispered.

Two thick fingers immediately found my slick folds and pushed straight inside me “Fuuuck,” he groaned, curling them deep. “So fucking wet again. Your pussy is greedy as hell, sucking my fingers in like it’s starving for some dick. You’ve been touching yourself every night thinking about this, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I admitted, hips rolling against his hand. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping into me filled the car. “Every night. I cum whispering your name… imagining your dick fucking me hard instead of my fingers.”

Their hearts filled with determination, they carried the sanctuary's spirit with them, a beacon of hope and a testament to the significance of every living being in the intricate dance of life. As the Red Teary Moon Pack journeyed through the wilderness, a soft melody drifted through the air, guiding them to a clearing aglow with ethereal light. They stepped into the magical space, and a sense of tranquility enveloped them. In the center of the clearing, four radiant spirits materialized—the graceful Spirit of Spring, the fiery Spirit of Summer, the wise Spirit of Autumn, and the serene Spirit of Winter. Emily, her voice filled with awe, spoke to the spirits, "Who are you, luminous beings, a

It pulsed with a gentle, rhythmic light, a silent song. "I… I see it," I whispered, the words feeling heavy, unsure if they were spoken aloud or merely a thought given form in the profound darkness. "Good," he instructed, his voice calm, unwavering, a steady hand in the unseen. "Now, reach out. Not with your hands of flesh, but with your essence. Grasp it." My spectral hands trembled as I extended them, the air around them vibrating with a strange, growing energy. My fingers, clumsy and uncertain, closed around the warm, pulsing light. It felt… alive. Mine.