The Licked Hand Scary Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

The only audible sound inside the room was her heavy breathing. Noticing that someone grabbed her hand, she dared to look up when a man on his nakedness, brought her wrist to his mouth, licking it before it barred his teeth to it. She looked at him in pure horror while he sucked to the small opening of the wound he created. Something on his eyes made him frowned before meeting her own.

She heard Skyler's voice behind her and she turn around only to receive a hard punch on her face making her stagger backward while holding her torn lips which was bleeding. Skyler landed her another punch in her face and another and when she was about to land her the fourth punch Lilith immediately caught hold of her hand and was about to twist it but Skyler was quick to pull out her hand from her shoulder and Lilith screamed in agony as blood splurted out. Skyler broke the dismembered hand into halves and threw it away on the sand for it to disappear “ That's for hurting my Lucy ” She said and watched as Lilith's hand grew back slowly.

{Now say this} my voice directed me and as I finished saying it, the lights flickered and breeze of unknown origin ran through the room. "That means that it worked." I announced. Nick pulled me back to his side and took the knife from my hands. He licked my blood off the blade and then handed it to Locke who wiped it with the towel. Nick then grabbed my injured hand and licked the wound. For a moment he sucked blood out of it and I began to panic, thinking that I had awakened his blood lust. Locke looked at me in alarm and cleared his throat. This seemed to knock some sense into Nick who sighed and licked my wound one more time before standing up.

But his hand was still in my panties and he removed it casually, unbothered by the panic I was going through and with a knowing smirk in his eyes. "You claim to hate me because I'm an animal but look at how your cunt has soaked my fingers," he brought his hand to my face and indignation washed through me when I saw how soaked his fingers were from my wetness. I tried to avert my eyes, to look away but my eyes were latched on his hand and he brought it to his mouth to lick his fingers clean and he released the last one with a pop with his eyes locked on mine. And I died... Literally.

Smack! The sound resonated round the place. The waiter by the side gasped in horror covering her lips with her hands. The imprint of my hands clearly seen on his face. With red eyes, he glared down at me making the saying, if looks could kill. "You'll pay for that" he growled in a low menacing tone gripping on to my hand. His threat made shivers crawl down my spine. Lucian tightly held on to my hand preventing me from pulling out of his hold.

Third person POV The scream didn't leave her throat it ceased behind the hand that tightly covered her mouth. Layla's heart skipped harshly ... scary instinct took over her. Her nails struggled to dig into the arms that wrapped around her wrist, her body was twisting and struggling in a fight to break free. When she gave the last kick backward was when the scent started hitting her... clean, expensive and familiar. That was when her movements faltered then the hand over her mouth slowly loosened.

Beside me, Liam was sound asleep, his breathing deep and even. His presence grounded me. His dark hair fell over his forehead, softening his features. He looked peaceful, so different from the terrifying Alpha or the bloodied wolf. I fell back against the pillows, pulling the duvet up to my chin. That’s when I saw my hand. I froze. In the dim light, my fingers weren't human. They were long, dark, and tipped with razor-sharp black claws—exactly like the ones in the nightmare. A scream trapped itself in my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart threatening to beat right out of my chest. One. Two. Three.

With a feral growl, he jumped right back up; claws out, he jumped straight at Hades. Lifting my hand to touch my neck, I ran out of energy as my hand reached my face. Instead, it lay next to my face, and I now saw how the blood pooled around it. Minorized, I stared at it; the sound of rabid dogs and fighting wolves faded as my entire world revolved around a hand in blood. What a strange sensation; I felt so cold, but my hand was so warm in that thick liqueur. A tiny piece of wood landed right next to my little finger, like a stone thrown into the water stream. I started shouting. There was so much shouting and noise! I didn’t like it! My vision blurred; maybe I was still crying.

I called in pain, but he didn't ask, he stretch his bleeding hand to me. Lick them off. Was he asking me to have his blood again, I have no idea why he asked that of me, if licking every blood off his skin will give him the strength to climb off this place then I will gladly do it. I pulled his arm to lick it. Not there but here. That was when I realized it was the blood coming from his hand, not the worthless blood of those wolves that he had to slay I lower my head and lick off the blood from his wound.

Fuck, why do I feel like that toward an evil man like him? "Is your attitude for show or do you go around like this all day?" I couldn't stop myself from laughing. He was right, I was giving him the worst attitude I had in the closet. But after all, he deserved it. "You want to see something else?" he asked. "Whatever..." He held my hand and stuck out one of his claws cutting the palm of my hand. I screamed and jerked my hand of his hand. His eyes glowed at me before he reached for my hand pulling it to him before licking the cut on my palm only for it to instantly heal.