What Does Sonic's Hands Look Like Novels & Stories

My breath caught within my lungs as Cian’s embrace steadily grew colder the more I grew disconnected from reality, the threat of unconsciousness loomed over me as I attempted to meet his worried gaze. Orbs burned like tamed stars floated above my head with a captivating white hue catching my eyes shifting my fuchsia eyes to a shimmering golden, the miniature suns interconnected with one another as if nothing else existed but the beautiful spheres. A tiny stubby palm reached out towards the captivating light only for the realization to dawn on me that they were my own tiny hands. Hands that I should have recognized with a first glance and yet the tiny fingers seemed unfamiliar to me as I spre

The air hummed. “Mommy!” Small arms around my waist. Strength that stole my breath. He was a furnace. Skin searing tactical gear. Brand-hot. I scooped him up. Pressed him to my chest. The world dissolved for one heartbeat. Then I saw it. Small pale hand. No longer skin and bone. Jagged, permanent gold cracks. Palm to elbow. Fissures in his biology. Weeping liquid radiance. Smelling like a supernova.

The man didn't even have time to scream before he was thrown twenty feet backward, his body slamming into a stack of pallets with a sickening thud. I turned back to Silas. He was on one knee, his face contorted in pain from the sonic pulse. I grabbed his hand, interlacing our fingers, and felt the raw, jagged power of his beast looking for a way out. "Give it to me, Silas!" I shouted over the whine of the machines. "Push it through the link! Now!" Silas opened the floodgates. The power hit me like a physical punch to the gut, but I didn't let it knock me down. I channeled it outward. I raised my free hand, my palm facing the ceiling where the sonic dampeners were mounted.

The huge man was busy sucking hungrily on Sonia's ni**les, his hand still curved around her waist to keep her in position, the other hand cupping her second br***t, leaving Sonia helplessly moaning to the outburst of pleasure. I pushed my hand between them until I grabbed his c**k. It was a lot bigger than one of my palms, I had to wet the second one too with a lot more saliva. Using both of my palms now, I went down on his c**k which was still sticking out a great deal from above the enclosure my palms provided. His thick skin glided smoothly across my fingers as I stroked,the lubrication my saliva provided helping the friction. I couldn't stroke as fast as I ought to because of the obstruc

A masculine look. His lips were thin, yet sensual, and gave off a very seductive vibe. Though he didn't mind the overall ruggedness of his appearance; in fact, he found beauty in it, as it made him appear ruthless, although he knew many who would attest to that fact. His muscles were defined, yet not bulky, nor heavy, but powerful and muscular. His hands are rough with calloused knuckles, his fingers long, slender, slightly bony, and slightly arched. The scars from past battles that adorned his hands and forearms are visible on his skin as faint white lines across his skin. They seemed to blend into his pale flesh seamlessly. The man who looks at him doesn't notice. But a Mate with delicate

Sure, she’s told me why, doesn’t fucking mean it makes any sense. We’re both silent as she simply gazes at the white and silver prosthetic. The hand looks far more real than any of mine, right down to the dips and grooves that are shaped into a strong male hand. It would look as close as one could ever dream of to a real hand yet retains its sleek mechanical aesthetic.

The sonic scream was powerful enough that it burst the vampires that heard it and weakened the humans who heard it, making some humans swoon. She stopped and turned back to human, panting and shivering, staring at her quivering hands. She was totally dizzy, her eyes droopy. So this was that urge that beat her each time she was in danger? Sonic scream. It was her power. Why was water nearly reaching her knees? Why was she soaked? Confused, her eyes went up from her hands and she looked around. Did she do all this?

He releases my hands and holds his neck, choking on the waves that emit from my body. My smile grows wider and I pull my arms upward, as if preaching the MoonGoddess herself. "Ultimate Special Arts: Hands of the Moon." The pink waves around me grow larger and larger and turn white, glowing from within. A light that blinds him. They start wrapping him around and choke him. He falls away, cornering to one side as he keeps choking and fighting the untouchable waves. "WHAT IS THIS!!" he screams as some of the wave enters his body through his nostrils and starts damaging him from within. His eyes close and his body goes motionless.

It was his hand. She could have never imagined it to be something like this within the gloves. From the tip of his fingers down to his wrist, underneath his skin were black zigzag lines like ink, spilling everywhere, tiny and connected like cobwebs. On a closer look, it seem like as if the ink was slowly spreading. "Don't touch!" His voice startled her and that was when she realized that she had been reaching her hand foolishly to his, in order to take his hand in hers and access it.

Along his forearms, the veins did not just tighten, they rose and bulged like ropes. Then came the hands. The fingers began to lengthen and thicken with horrific speed, the knuckles popping with an unnerving sound. From the tips, where soft flesh should be, five obsidian-black, razor-sharp claws slowly pushed through the skin. “So unfortunate!” Raven's voice echoes through the darkness. The second he stands behind me, I can feel his presence. I quickly rise to my feet and face him, guarding Jay behind me. He's wearing a hoodie, his eyes seem to be a gift from the devil.