Tanjiro's Broken Fingers Novels & Stories

Fear practically chokes me as it doubles in the room. Forcing back a flinch, I push the pain aside and stand straight. He growls one last time giving my fists one final hard squeeze. I feel some bones break, my hands burn rapidly as he moves away. Lifting my hands to my face I clench my teeth as the searing pain doubles when I try to straighten them. 'I want some food" I state blankly. Asshole broke my fingers. On both of my hands. Fucking prick. An emotion flashes across his face before it gone. Only I notice it.

It was as if my whole world just flashed before my eyes. Now everything I had, is lost. "ROSE?" Roderigo called out with fear, surprised. "Rose," Jade with a smirk. "Traitors!!!" I sobbed.

I was fucking crippled; he was only missing two fingers! Ringo didn’t try to attack Stripes again. She turned her attention to Orlando, who was now dripping blood. He was doing the same thing he had done when I had first met him. “Will you look at that?” Stripes breathed, standing up and pointing his knifes towards the others “blood! I must be losing my fucking mind! You guys don’t bleed!” He looked down at my dislocated body, then to his bleeding arm. He ran one of his missing fingers along it before sucking on the blood.

Only, a second turned into a minute and a minute turned into two, then five, and then so long that I felt my hope slowly crushing the way my hands were clearly crushed. "This isn't some Doctor Strange type shit, Odette," Jericho finally said, plowing his thick fingers into his thicker head of shoulder-length chocolate locks, "there's no way. You'll regain some mobility in your hands but they'll never be like they were. I'm sorry." I swallowed the lump in my throat so I could push the next words out. If these were my injuries, what happened to the man I was with, "Parker?" That was all Jericho needed to hear to understand my question, "He broke his left leg, has a few contusions, banged-up ri

Tears welled up in my eyes, cascading down my cheeks, their salty taste mingling with the bitterness in my mouth. Aiden's face softened, his grip on my hand loosening slightly. His eyes, usually filled with a mischievous spark, now held a mixture of regret and concern. "I’m sorry," he said, his voice laced with genuine remorse. "I didn’t mean to go off like that. It’s just when I saw that prick’s hands all over your body, I lost it. Please, just calm down. I will take you to the club with me."

I launch the empty cup in my hand across the room, the porcelain shattering as it hits the wall. I sag to the floor, screaming into my hands as I break down. I hear my mum fussing and Freya trying to calm me, but I don’t register their words as I scream out all my pain and frustration. Strong arms scoop me up and hold me close. I know it’s Axel without looking. I sense my guys closing in around us, lending me their strength and reassuring me. “Josie, I know it’s hard, but you need to calm down,” Deacon’s steady voice floats into my mind.

"Shut your whimpering Carter, or you'll lose more than just a finger.” The guy with the knife, ordered while pressing his boot harder against the man’s fingers. The sickening crack of bone followed by a strangled cry. The man on the ground, Carter, was soaked in sweat, blood streaking down his face. Bruises swelled across it. I swallowed hard, crouched behind a crumbling wall, praying they wouldn’t see me. “You owe us money, Carter,”

Cloudless. His left shoulder no longer bled. Not because it had stopped. He was nearly drained of blood. His right arm was useless. The bone of his right shoulder broken, the knife still embedded. He could only use his left hand. He raised it in front of his face. It trembled too, but the fingers could still move. He pressed his fingers to the ice surface. The ice was cold, colder than his hand. His fingers froze to it, the temperature transfer making the ice suck at his skin. He wrenched his fingers upward. His fingernail scraped against the ice, leaving a white scratch.

Her complexion turned as pale as a sheet, and even moving her body became difficult. Luna tried to reach out and tightly grip the edge of the bathtub, using her arms to lift herself slightly and get out of the tub. Even this effort drained Luna's strength due to her weakened state. Slowly, she managed to get her legs out of the tub and cautiously touch the floor. However, the mixture of water and soap suds on the floor caused it to become even more slippery, and Luna couldn't maintain her balance.

Then, he snatched Ding Hao's Storage Ring and then returned to his tent. Tian Neng and Li Ting did not dare to fight back and could only return. Clear palmprints covered Tian Neng's face and his jaws were even hit broken and now swollen. "Brother Hao, I'm sorry. We're too useless and didn't get the things you wanted to know..." Li Ting was even worse; blood was oozing out of his nose, ears, and mouth, his jaw was visibly crooked, and he also got a few broken ribs. Ding Hao raised his hand and golden flame poured out, instantly removing the strange Genuine Qi above the two's heads.