Spirit Fingers Webtoon Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Suck on these for me, show me what a good boy you are." The no-fur was going to get his captive tom good and hard. He whispered filthy things in Guru's furry ear as he worked his fingers in and out of the big tom's mouth. Satisfied they were good and wet, Spitfire took his hand away and moved it down past Guru's cock to start lubricating the Blonde tom's puckered hole.

His fingers dug into flesh that felt cold. “Enough,” he growled. The body gasped, choking but then it smiled again and that smile was Scarlet’s. A tiny crease at the corner of her mouth. A flicker in her lashes. His grip faltered and his heart stuttered. What if he crushed too hard? What if the spirit was hiding inside her and he… The hesitation was enough. The spirit’s eyes flashed black, and it drove its knee into his abdomen. The Lycan staggered back with a grunt, breath knocked out of him.

Then it mingled together and pulsed softly, glowing in rhythm with the array’s sacred fire-blue light. Wait! Was that fur? I gasped, my eyes widening as I glanced at my trembling hands. Soft, light gray fur had sprouted from my fingertips glistening under the torchlight. My heart pounded as I kept my eyes locked on my fingers, ignoring the world around me. But how! How could this even be possible? I stared at the fur, awe and fear tangling in my chest. “Kieran,” I whispered, my voice barely cutting through the shaman’s chants. “My hands… what’s happening?”

Used Soren as bait—which nearly gave me a heart attack, but he insisted. "I'm fastest, Mama. If it comes, I can run until you catch it." He was right. And three years old. Gods, what was I doing to my child? But we needed this contract. Needed the reputation of handling impossible situations. The water spirit appeared on the third night. Soren sat by the stream, apparently alone. Actually surrounded by seven hidden fighters. The spirit materialized from the water itself—translucent, vaguely humanoid, with too many teeth. It reached for Soren.

’ Her hand slipped from his and before any of them could speak, her form began to dissolve — grain by grain, glowing motes lifting from her skin until she drifted into the air as pale, silver dust, scattering like light across the battlefield. Prince Ron stared at his hand — the hand she held — trembling, partly from pain and from sorrow. He was to take her place? He — a Spirit of the Moon? Another wave slammed through him, vision prickling with white. He doubled over with a cry. “Can’t you hold on a little longer?!” he shouted at the children inside him. The mischievous one answered immediately with a loud huff. ‘I was only quiet because that god was scary. Why should I come out and fight a

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

He started holding up his fingers as he listed his problems. “I don’t even know what they did to me while I was out beyond what the tox screen said. So I’ve had my home, and my body violated. I continue to be triggered because the Goddess has a twisted sense of humor and timing to bring us together while you’re pregnant with my best friend and his mate’s kids.” He emphasized his four raised fingers. “Someone managed to prevent us from being able to communicate. My cousin, who had a ‘feeling’ we would be mates, still was cool with you being his surrogate.” He continued his rant, now up to six fingers.

Not toward the mimic but toward her. "Oh," the thing outside laughs. "It seems you have a visitor." The Spirit's hand passes through the iron. Its fingers close around her throat. And the realm continues...

=== Chapter 9: Obey me, Mama He staggered to the water and plunged his hand into the cool, soothing stream. The pain was unbearable--he just lost four fingers on his right hand. He was dumbstruck, his eyes stinging terribly, trying to adjust to the darkness. Tears were coming from his eyes, either from the insane pain or the feeling of betrayal. He wrapped his wet hand with a leather handkerchief and squeezed it. Someone touched Anarungu's shoulder. In the darkness, he recognized that gentle, light touch, so he didn't jerk away, didn't budge.

I tried to follow her words, knowing he wasn’t stopping anytime soon. “Focus, allow it to come. Allow your fingers to stretch. Give in to that tingling feeling at the tip of your fingers.” I shut my eyes, following her instructions. It came as a pinch at first, then I felt slight pain, as I felt my fingers grow longer into sharp claws. My eyes went open immediately, and my surroundings were yellow, everything changed. “Noah?” I heard the men behind him call, they must’ve noticed the change.