Spirit Fingers Webtoon Novels & Stories

he states solemnly. "Did you just read my thoughts?" I eyed him curiously. He grins and shakes his head. "Your eyes gave away your thoughts dear," he sighs, continuing to walk around his hands clasped behind his back. I watched as he raised his hand and birds flew to his thin fingers. "What are you?" I mumble. He glanced my way and raised his hand, a spectrum of color danced from his fingertips, creating a rainbow across the landscape.

However, a few inches before Ferlah could shatter Purple Smoke's spine with her tentacles, an unexpected thing happened. Purple Smoke grow the thorns on her chains a lot more sharper and stronger. And then, all of it detached off the chains, floating in the air circling round Purple Smoke as though they were protecting her. The tip of the thorns were pointed at Ferlah and her tentacles while Purple Smoke was inside the circle as the controller. Now Purple Smoke's image was hardly to be seen as she was surrounded by the thorns. And then, without thinking twice, Purple Smoke released them all at once.

But with each strike, I felt my strength grow—not just physical, but the strength of spirit and determination. As the beast fell, dissipating into wisps of smoke, The Keeper appeared once more. "Strength is not merely in muscle or power, but in the endurance of the spirit." The final trial tested my compassion. I found myself in a desolate landscape, where the cries of the suffering echoed around me. Figures emerged from the shadows—friends, allies, even enemies—each pleading for help, each burdened by pain and sorrow.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

I clenched my fist. Fine. I lifted my hands and let the magic rise slowly. I felt dizzy the magic resisting at first but slowly started accepting. Purple light spilled between my fingers, softer than before. The ground beneath my feet started trembling... The roots of the trees began responding and trees dancing in the sharp wind. “Splat!“ Bright red liquid spluttered out of my mouth as my vision swarmed with darkness for seconds as my knees buckled under me. I would have hit the ground if Caspian hadn't moved first.

he mutters, bringing his fat length closer to my face, his fingers prying my mouth open. Snaking my tongue out of my mouth, I lick his fingers, eyes finding his. His face is caught between half a sneeze, eyes shut in ecstasy, head rolling on his shoulders. “Baby.. baby… baby.” he mutters over and over, shoving his fingers further down my throat. I suck on them, even when I near gag on his fingers. It feel s so fucking good. He replaces his fingers with his dick, a trail of spit connecting his fingers and my mouth.

I screamed, the sound raw and echoing through the trees, body arching as invisible forces tore at me. The spirits swarmed closer, forms multiplying into a horde of twisted wolves and decayed figures, their claws raking my arms and legs, drawing fresh blood that sizzled on the ground. "Doubt feeds us," they chanted. "She never loved you truly, it was just a fleeting fancy. Now she chooses the one she was made for. Perverse, yes, but fate twists that way." I thrashed against them, swinging fists that passed through mist only to connect with solid hits that jarred my bones. One spirit pinned my shoulder, its weight crushing, while another slashed my chest, fabric ripping as skin split open.

She stretched her hands toward the fire, but the flames gave no warmth—only an icy dread that seeped into her bones. Then the snakes moved towards her. Their heads lifted, their eyes glowing with malice. They hissed, tongues flicking out as they lunged for her face. She screamed and tried to leap from the chair, but something held her back, tightening its grip as the serpents closed in.

His fingerprints were all over it, like a taunting reminder that she was caught in his web, tangled in a game whose rules she barely understood. A chill ran down her spine. The message was familiar, as though it had been waiting for her all along. She stood there for a moment, staring at the screen. The words felt heavy, laden with an unseen force, almost as if they were pulling her toward something she couldn't yet comprehend. She knew she couldn’t ignore it any longer.