Spirit Fingers Webtoon Novels & Stories

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Sandra's voice whispered through the silence, a low, barely audible murmur. Vicky's heart leapt with hope as he urged her, 'Sandra, get up! Please, get up and untie me! Help me down from here! With newfound strength, Sandra rose to her feet and wrapped her arms around Vicky's legs, standing upright to reach the ropes binding his wrists. With a gentle tug, the knots gave way, and Vicky's arms fell free, his body sagging in relief.

He could sense another person joining the first shooter to shoot sporadically at him. There’s no leaving until he finds out who the hell these men are. He heard one of the shooters say to his colleague: “This city will burn if we don’t kill all these supernatural creatures and beings. Look at how they’ve killed Pablo like a wayward dog.” “We will torch this place down,” the first man replied. It’s now clear to him that these men belong to Five Fingers. The fading heartbeat he picked was becoming so faint that he could barely hear it. “Fuck,” he mumbled. He cast his gaze at Maureen’s body. He stretched his hand toward Maureen and hauled her into a blue portal. With a snap of his fingers, he d

Out wobbles a hurt looking Anthony, he had blood dripping down his face, what looks like a hurt arm and well like I said, looking wobbly. "Freya come here we need to leave" he says, gesturing for me to come over to him with his hand, the guy puts the phone to his ear.

she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. With a heavy sigh, Aunt Cleo reached out and placed her hand gently on Aqua's head. A surge of energy pulsed through her, breaking the seal on memories she had long suppressed. As the floodgates opened, Aqua's mind was flooded with images and sensations she had long forgotten.

I shouted. With one final push, I reached deep within myself, drawing on the magic of the moon. "Together!" I cried, feeling the spirits join me. The rift began to close, the darkness retreating. I felt a surge of hope, but it was quickly overshadowed by fear. "We can't let it win!" I shouted. As the rift closed, I felt the spirits surrounding me, their energy merging with mine. "Thank you," they whispered. But just as I thought we had won, Zara unleashed a final burst of power. "You will regret this!" she screamed.

He circled his fingers around my most sensitive spot causing me to wriggle. He withdraw his fingers with white substance serving as a fill, he brought them to my mouth, and instructed for me to lick. Like a sheep, I hurried sticking my tongue out, I lick the juicy sap off his fingers,he shoved his fingers down into my throat, bruising against the corner of my mouth. I choked, while my eyes gawked at his atrocities. A wide and devilish grin appeared on his forehead, and then he said, "are you ready to talk?"He didn't relent as he kept dulge his fingers further.

I flipped mine over and stared at the spine, turning the book at different angles until I noticed a slight shimmer on the spine. My heart jolted. This can't be. I opened the book to the first blank page. My breathing became loud in my ears as I swallowed hard. I snapped my fingers and a black flame appeared on my fingertip. I placed it against the page. My heart stopped beating as I watched words suddenly appear. ~~ To my dearest Taitan, I'll be in touch...

“Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin stood up and looked around until his eyes met mine. Then he knelt in front of the chapel as the rain began to pour again. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds parting for the blood moon to emerge. And the chatting became louder. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin slit his wrists with the spirit sword and allowed the blood to drip on the stairs of the chapel. And we all heard a rumbling sound apart from the sound of thunder as Darka emerged from beneath the chapel. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!”

Jasmine whined and crouched close to my feet. I gripped her tighter. The air changed again. Pressure wrapped around me, thick and stifling, like standing underwater. I couldn't even hear my own breath. My mind tried to scream but the thoughts wouldn’t come. Then I knew. Vharzul. The Spirit of Silence. Even without eyes, I saw him. Or maybe I felt him so clearly it painted pictures in my head. He was tall, towering and a shadow without edges. His face was hollow, like a hole where expression should live. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.