Torn From Her Arms Novels & Stories

another one added, tugging Amber by the arm. Panic seized her chest. Were they going to cut it?

I clawed at her arms, leaving red marks on her pale skin. "He's mine!" she screamed, pressing me back toward the edge of the balcony. I could feel the stone railing against my back. The grounds below me seemed to pull at my body. My heart hammered against my ribs. "Arlene, please!" I gasped, trying to push her away. But she was beyond hearing me now. Her eyes were wild, unfocused. She pressed harder, forcing me further back. My feet slipped on the stone. "You took everything from me!" she cried, tears streaming down her scratched face.

But just then, I heard Ross shout urgently, "Jennifer, watch out!" I instinctively turned around and saw a disheveled woman rushing at me, a knife in her hand. Amidst her messy hair, I recognized her—Laurel. I instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. In a split second, I saw Ross charging toward her, tackling her out of the way, and they both fell onto the street. A gasp rippled through the crowd. A car, unable to stop in time, crashed into the two of them.

She landed difficult on her hip and right arm, and as she did so, she felt something snap fair over her elbow. The entryway was hammered closed with a clank, and Jace turned the bolt and cleared out the room, chuckling with the others. Something yanked her hair and Bronaugh shrieked and attempted to drag absent, but her one arm wouldn’t work. So she bent her body around and pushed against the bars with her feet as she grasped the Dull Fae’s wrist and attempted to drag his hand from her hair. She still had the press sleeves on, but by one means or another she found the quality and overseen to evacuate his hand, in spite of the fact that he took a great hunk of her hair with him.

But that proved impossible when I felt a sudden pain shooting up my arms. I screamed in response to the torment I was put in, my voice filling the temple. Lady Heressa flinched, afterwards she drew her hands, pulling a piece of cloth from her sleeves, engraved with words I couldn’t comprehend. Tears in my eyes sprung, and despite the pain, I tried to stay focused on what was happening.

She felt like it was going to yank off her arm. His hand shot out, aiming for her throat but she quickly pulled away with force, severing her trapped left arm in the process. She jumped back, leaving a huge space between them as she started to heal the injured arm. She had no choice but to sever it. If that hand had touched her… she gazed at the black flames burning on his palm. There was no telling what would happen. The wet crack of bones realigning split the air. Dareth’s mangled body twitched, his ruined torso knit itself together before her eyes, bones sliding into place like serpents under his skin.

My limbs lost their will and my arms fell by my side as I watched her arms sneak around his waist, grabbing onto him the same way she always clung to me. The sirens blasted off announcing their arrival but her cries filled the air as she broke into a sob, each terrifying sound clawing at my heart leaving a deep scar.

She understood, in a distant way, that this was going to cost him something he didn't have. Her wrists came off the chair. The ties didn't cut. They tore. Straight through the silver wire and out the other side, and her hands came up in front of her face wrong and black and shaking, and there was no pain anywhere. She'd think about that later too. There was no pain anywhere at all.

No one had permission to hurt her but me. She now glared at me. "I wasn’t running away." She stated. Something told me she wasn’t lying. I frowned as I walked over to her, grabbing her shirt from the middle, I tore it open, making her gasp. She crossed her arms over her boobs that were spilling out of her tight bra, making my dick twitch. Fuck she was tempting. I grabbed her arm, looking at the claws that ran up her forearms, anger surging inside of me.

She screams not able to contain the pain anymore. She stands up and tries to dig her eyes out. "No!", someone screams. "What's happening to her!?". Two people hold her arms as she continues screaming, not able to do anything as something is being ripped off the surface of her eyes. "Annaliese, fight this. You can do it". "The pain is too much, Crescent". "It'll be over soon". And Cresent is right. The ripping stopped. They release her and she falls to the ground panting heavily.