Werewolf Hands Novels & Stories

I reluctantly took out my hands and showed them to Elijah. “I can ex---” but I stopped myself when I saw my hands. There was still blood and cuts on both hands. What’s going on? None of the wounds had healed. I was shocked and surprise to find that the wound on my hands did not heal immediately, like it normally would. I was a werewolf and our healing ability to heal was one of the factors after puberty and the first transformation. "Tide?" I called inwardly. But my wolf was now silent to me. Ever since being betrayed by mate, Tide has been behaving weirdly. But she Tide did just warn me about Lily.

Her hands began to glow bright blue as she held them in the air out to her sides before throwing her hands forward, sending two bright blue balls of energy towards her enemies. A loud roar could be heard followed by the loud thundering of paws hitting the earth. Jaws drop as the largest black wolf they've ever seen comes charging toward them with someone on its back. They watch the little person on his back stand up, then leap off into the air, hovering, holding himself above them as his hands and arms ignited in flames. Zane is relieved when Zeus plows into the men that were on top of him, and they go flying. He wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and nods at Thaddeus b

that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form. The one I met earlier has dark hair, blue eyes, a pointed nose, dark red lips, sculpted jaw, and fair skin. The one whose voice is unfamiliar to me seemed to be more mysterious. He has grey hair, silver eyes, a pointed nose, pale lips, sculpted jaw, and fairer skin than the other one. I coughed and realized that my hands are tied and all I can do is sit. “Just kill me,” I muttered and sit. I now have a broader sight of where I am.

Walking into the water, I grabbed it up gently, trying to see its paw, " Aww! It's okay. I got you. Maybe I can give you a little help." Surprisingly, he let me check on his paw calmly. I saw a small bruise on it. When I touched it gently, it yelped in pain. I forgot about the sunset and began to walk out. A group of running footsteps stopped me abruptly in the water. Twelve large werewolves appeared in front of me, their eyes laying on the pup in my hand. The one in front shifted quicker than my blink, muttering with a smirk,

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.

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.

, "What are you?" The winged creature looked up at me with those extra big eyes that were flooded with tears and slowly pushed herself to a sitting position and the little was now on her lap. Their heads were of werewolves but larger, while their bodies were furry too and their hind legs were long but when it came to their hands, they were just the shape of a human's hand except for the claws. "Please…" That one that seemed to get the mother begged to be helped.