Novel & Cerita Werewolf Hands

His body doesn’t expect the opposition and rocks forward, continuing its forward momentum as his hands slip from the hilt and slide down the dangerously sharp blade, slicing two of his fingers clean off. The vampire’s scream is as horrendous to his minions as it is satisfying to the wolves around me. “Motherfucker! My hands! My fucking hands!” He continues to scream as he buckles over and clutches his damaged hand, trying to stem the generous flow of blood. It should begin healing by now, but for some reason, it isn’t.

“Just let me see what we are dealing with.” He must be weakening from the pain, because when I go to pry his hand away from where he’s hurting himself, he can’t put up much of a fight. He whimpers as I pull his hand away. I put it on my thigh. If he needs to grip something, I can take it. His hand curls around my leg but he doesn’t squeeze enough to hurt. Slowly, I peel back his shirt away from the wound. I remember it as a slice. With his werewolf healing abilities, it should be almost gone by now.

“I would never hurt you, baby.” “But your eyes. Your hands.” Her eyes drop to my raging hard on. “Y-your cock. It looks even bigger. How?” Staring down at my hands, I see that my black claws are now very visible. My cock is also in fact bigger than it was and that’s due to the fact that my body is currently in a half-transition state. You can only fight your wolf for so long. Even an alpha.

My hands shook as I scrolled down to the pictures the secretary had sent. Wide bruises around Gavin’s torso, abrasions along his limbs and back, consistent with being lifted hard and thrown bodily over the ground. A black eye from a left-hook punch. And worst of all, four shallow but ragged gouges across the centre of his chest. Claw marks, ripped over Gavin’s heart. I immediately recognised the signs of a werewolf attack. Distancing myself hadn’t been enough to protect my friend.

He actually grabbed her hand? Elena's brain completely stalled. "Great Moon Goddess, what is wrong with this Alpha's aesthetic?!" As Zander held Liana's hand, he didn't feel a trace of the disgust he expected. On the contrary, he was shocked by how soft she felt. Most werewolves had large, rough hands with thick skin—even pups had hard, powerful paws ready to tear things apart. But Liana's hand? It was impossibly soft. Zander's large, hot palm could easily swallow her hand whole, triggering a sudden, fierce urge to protect and possess.

I also took out my claws and was ready to attack, even though I was lifting Ady, who was sleeping then. A large wolf, not a werewolf but a wolf that resembled a human, jumped in front of me to defend me. His hand doesn't match the wolf in front of us because it looks like a human hand with long, sharp nails. He has fur, ears, a face, and teeth like a wolf. He looks like he's half human and half wolf. He was about eight or nine feet tall, but it was hard to tell because he was very tall when he stood. His eyes were bright red, and then his aura was powerful.

I barely felt the sharp shards of crystal digging into my flesh. I ignored the mess on the table and stood up from my leather chair. My movements were slow and deliberate. I kept my face blank and emotionless so the humans would not see the feral rage burning in my eyes. I turned my right hand over and curled my fingers into a tight fist. I hid my bleeding palm against my thigh, ensuring the executives could not see the deep cuts already knitting themselves back together. My werewolf healing abilities closed the open wounds in a matter of seconds, but I kept my hand clenched tight at my side.

When we reached Alex and Talia, they both got up. “Congrats, Wulfric.” Alex put out his right hand to Blake to shake, and I had to do a double take when I noticed his pinky was missing and the skin was raised in pinkish-red rings around his other fingers, as if he’d been cut and the wound never fully healed. I didn’t even know it was possible for a werewolf to scar. “What happened to your hand?” Blake asked, clearly noticing the same thing right before he took it. “Lost a finger.” Alex gave a sheepish smile.

"Then it must have been both hands." Without hesitation, he brought the knife down, the blade viciously piercing through the rogue wolf's palm. In werewolf tradition, severing wolf claws was a punishment second only to death, meaning permanent loss of hunting ability. The werewolf let out a scream, blood instantly staining the floor red. The remaining wolves were scared out of their wits, frantically shouting, "It was the left hand! It was the right hand!" But Damon showed no mercy. One knife stroke per wolf, he disabled their hands, then threw them into the fire for punishment.

He gently placed his hands on either side of her face. All I could do was watch on in a stunned and horrified silence as I saw the nails on both of his thumbs slowly transform and extend into his large wolf claws. The dark coloured claws looked like the tips were blood-stained, as if they had been dipped in the crimson substance so many times that it had caused the permanent discolouration.