Spirit Fingers Webtoon Novels & Stories

With his other, two fingers touched her moist entrance and then without warning plunged into her heat. She exploded upward but he applied pressure to her middle back pushing her body into the soft bedding. His fingers moved. Slowly. In and out, the sweet torture continued and her hands grabbed fistfuls of cotton sheet. Her need centered on his fingers; her desire unbearable. With no warning, sharp burning fangs entered her neck at the juncture of her shoulder. She screamed and her body bucked uncontrollably. Strong hands lifted and flipped her over.

Very slow. By the time it starts to get dark I am getting cranky and tired. My head hurts, my shoulder hurts from holding my hand up so much and my actual hand is feeling really stiff. My whole palm is still numb and the prickling in my fingers is almost painful in comparison. Not that I’m complaining about it. I suspect that Bellamy would get upset if he realised how uncomfortable I am and there’s nothing much he can do about it anyway. So I power through and do my best not to rub at my hand. I am starting to get anxious that this spell is going to wear off before I can find Kiara. I forgot to ask Cam how long it’s meant to last for. I get Megan to shoot Cam a text message to ask since I’m

They had sharp teeth and looked scary. "Oh no! Run!" "Help! Those are evil spirits from hell! Run!" Every martial artist around was scared out of their wits to see these evil spirits. They quickly ran in fear of being touched by something so unfortunate. "This is nothing," Chase grunted coldly and pushed out his palm. He flicked his fingers, and a spiritual light appeared. The sounds of something shooting out did not stop. All of the evil spirits were flicked off like flimsy straw. "What?"

A circle of blue flames formed, surrounding the fleeing spirit of the world. "What are you doing?" the spirit of the world shouted angrily. "I will burn you and create a new spirit." Blue Firebird replied calmly as he slowly walked toward the spirit of the world. "Create a new world spirit? Hahaha, are you joking? That's impossible! Because I am still the world spirit myself," the world spirit shouted, mocking Blue Firebird's actions. What it didn't know was that Blue Firebird did have a way, but it didn't want to use it until it truly understood something from the world spirit.

He took a deep breath, to calm his nerves and gave me a smile that was more sure this time around. I held his hand and dipped it into the bowl of water, and with a deep breath started the recital. “Blood to blood, earth to earth - by the power in me and with the moon and universe bearing me witness - I, Mica Silvers hereby hand over that bestowed unto me to Richard Mocco.” The moment I said the last word I felt something leave me with such a rush that it had me gasping. Suddenly, I felt…empty - and cold. This is it.

When I found my voice again, instead of screaming, I asked it a question, rather calmly, I might add, “What do you want?” Funny, it answered me back. “I…we,” the boy gestured his hand back and suddenly a shit ton of ghost appeared. I swallowed hard, before I stared straight back at the initial boy, because I don’t think I could have kept my stomach if I would have continued to look at the others much longer. One was the boy we saw on the first day still dragging his pole behind him, then the girl with the smashed head, and there was another, just carrying it’s head, it also seemed like every single one of them had blood streaming down them. I practically froze in place. The one I thought was

His tongue kept on ravishing my mouth as his hand roamed over my body. Mortel kept on slapping my butt that when I felt his fingers on my pussy, I screamed. Roscoe stopped kissing me to watch me cry out of pleasure. “Mortel, ugh! Your fingers are so big!” “That’s, Helen. Moan for my name. Moan it you bitch!” Two fingers entered my pussy then I felt his tongue on it. My knees wobbled and if only Roscoe was not holding my waist, I should’ve been lying on the floor now because of feeling weak.

My eyes hardened. “Tell me where she is.” The spirit tilted its head. “Earn it.” My fists clenched. “Speak clearly.” “A riddle,” it said. “Answer it… and you may pass.” “And if I don’t?” Its form stretched wider. “Then you stay.” My betas shifted behind me. I stepped forward. “Ask.” The spirit’s voice echoed again. “I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I touch will soon turn red. What am I?”

“A collection. A very special collection. They’re all finger bones. One finger from a Master Shaman of Babylon, another was sliced from the hand of Judas Iscariot while he hung from the rope that killed him. Yet another came from the Celtic priest who first blessed the boulders of Stonehenge when it was finished, and the last one is from the Great Stranger himself. The original Wiccan who created the first spells and tapped into the energies of my kind use. His bones are ancient beyond measure and have turned almost like stone.” I stared at the bag, and a thousand more questions flooded my mind. I pushed them aside and just nodded. “Sounds good to me.” Sinthy smiled. She brought out a needle

Oh my god, his fingers are so large. To be continued.