The Licked Hand Scary Story Novels & Stories

Nobody's gonna know anyway. However, in an unfortunate twist of event, that's just when this dude started to laugh sarcastically and quickly grabbed my hand. At first, I really thought he'd throw my dagger away and I was damn ready to twist his arms before he did. But shits really got real when he just licked my fucking knife as if it was some sort of a lollipop! My eyes widened upon seeing some blood dripped from his lips, especially when all this time he was gripping into my hands tightly to stop me from taking those blades away from his tongue!

Luna's throat went dry when she saw the creature’s fingers; they were razor-like. The creature suddenly sniffed the air, and Luna went numb. She was sure that thing was going to eat her if it spotted her. The creature sniffed again, like it was perceiving the scent of something. Luna tried to move her feet, but her feet felt stuck to the ground. The creature began to turn around. Luna held her breath, waiting for the worst. Just when the creature was about to turn to her, a hand stepped out of the darkness. One hand covered her mouth, and the other grabbed her by the tummy and pulled her into the darkness.

His black eyes fogged when one of the Lycans who was holding Narciso earlier stepped forward, he moved so fast and unexpectedly. Only when Narciso felt the agonizing pain on his left hand did he realize that he'd lost his hand ... Nicklaus had ordered his warrior to rip off his hand! A shrill scream rang through the entire manor, the sound was so terrifying and then a hair raising deep guttural growl followed when another Lycan covered his mouth. "Stop being such a cry baby else am just gonna chop off your other hand... My little one is just downstairs and she's quite shaken by an incident that involves your kind.." Nicklaus warned him...

I whispered. Of course, it was a bluff. Dawn who seems pissed was trying to remove my hand but I didn’t release her. We walked towards the entrance in that position when I suddenly felt something squirming on my palm. It was giving me that tickling sensation that reached the core of my body. Dawn made a muffled sound. “You!” I growled when I realized what it was. Damn girl! She was licking my hand! She pushed me away and ran inside the store. “Jerk!”

And now ironic if he were to best me. "It must be surreal to someone so afraid of their own morality to see how you're gonna end up one day. On a slab...maybe I'll be the lucky one to get to cut you open..." His smile worsened as I trembled at the end of the blade. He took a single step forward and I dove around the autopsy table until Grey's body separated us. When the man reached his hand to obtain me, I swiped out, striking a glide against his palm. He only lifted it to view and licked it clean as if some vampiric high lord of some kind. It was sickening.

“I just want to forget whatever happened. Or whatever I almost saw myself go through.” She didn’t let it go. “No, you need to hear the full story. So you learn from it.” “Fine,” I snapped. “Tell me. Maybe it’ll stop me from ever touching that monster again.” She leaned closer, eyes wide like she was telling a ghost story. “He grabbed her hand, picked up a jagged piece of the broken cup, and started tearing her palm open. Bit by bit. Slowly. Amber—it was horrible. Blood everywhere. She screamed until she passed out. And he just… kept going.”

The claws on his other hand are buried deep in the mattress beside my thighs, ripping the fabric. "Let me see that hand." He sits back, licking his lips. Then he lifts the hand, ripping the mattress further to reveal the metal claws. The dim light of the lamp touch them, making them shine like refined silver. Then the scariest thing happens. He smiles. A brief and mischievous smirk. Isn't this the part where he backs away in alarm? Just like he did that first night? Instead of rushing out of the room, he smiles? Only now does fear stir. I jump to grab the needle. He doesn't stop me. When I pick it up, he snarls, eyes flashing like brilliant blue fire. He twists his neck from side to side bli

I threw the paper back into the box in fright, how the hell is that possible? Lily is dead. I watched her burn to death and fall off a cliff. There is no way she could have survived that. I noticed something else still in the envelop so I took it out, My heart leaped out of my chest, it was a hand stamp of hers in blood. I threw it back into the box, when I saw that the blood had stained my hands. I screamed and fell to the floor in fear, my hands were stained with the fresh blood from the paper.

It wasn't decayed, but something about that arm was disturbingly unnatural, other than being completely covered in dust. "There's someone here!" I shouted, panic rising in my voice. "Help me!" I yelled, my heart racing as my friends rushed to my side. "Wait!" Dominic commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos. "I don’t hear a heartbeat!" He grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks. With a determined look, he placed his hands on the bricks above where the hand emerged, tracing them upward before carefully removing another brick. Our hearts almost stopped when we witnessed the liveliest dead eyes of a Lycan woman staring at us, they were glowing golden, and it felt as if they’d just start

His grip suddenly loosened around Sara's hand and Sara hurriedly removed her hand, shocked about what had just happened. Everywhere fell silent for a second, before a loud uproar as people flew out of the room from all directions possible. The man slowly dropped to the floor, revealing an one-eyed man who was staring coldly at Sara. He had a knife stained with blood in his hand which he licked while staring at Sara. Sara's pulse began to pulsate fiercely, and beads of sweat formed around her face, she staggered backwards, leaning on a wooden door. Leon slowly approached her, smiling mischievously at her.