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Lenox straightens his body, putting extra pressure on my attacker's face. The smirk on the Alpha's face gives me the creeps, so I take him in and wince when I see a long, blood-covered knife in his right hand and the stranger's hand in his left. The actual damn hand. Lenox just cut off his hand. I'm about to be sick. I force the lump deeper in my throat to fight back the urge to vomit and look away. Such views are new and disturbing. I've never seen anyone kill someone, let alone do it and be as happy about it as Lenox is now.

~Isabel~ He gestured at my hands again. "Your hands. Look at your hands." I brought my hands up to see I had injured my palm with the key, the edge had dug right into my skin. Shit, and I didn't even feel the pain. The cut was deep, blood was smearing on my fingers. I had a bigger pain in my heart thanks to Arthur, so a physical cut on my hand meant nothing right now. I just stared at the blood like it belonged to someone else.

Blood spilled over my hand. Warm. Too warm. My body froze. I had— I had stabbed him. He looked down slowly, then back at me. "You…" he whispered. My hands trembled violently now. I pulled the blade out. Blood followed. He staggered. Susan stepped forward quickly, ready to intervene, but I didn’t stop. I moved again. The second strike landed deeper. Jacelet gasped, his body weakening. His knees buckled. He fell. The sound echoed loudly in the empty hallway.

I looked at Elena and her eyes were just fixed on Lorenzo, not even an ounce of sympathy for her brother. Lorenzo grabs Alex’s right hand, places it on the table and violently brings the knife down amidst cries and pleas from his parents. I stare in utter terror as Alex’s hand drops from his body to the floor. Crimson liquid gushes out of the severed hand and pools onto the floor. My breath catches in my throat as Alex’s screams, and wails echoes throughout the entire mansion. I lift my head and stare at Lorenzo; his shirt, and hands are stained with blood. A satisfied, wide grin plays on his face as he stares down at Alex.

Speak up" Master Damien said in a gentle but cold voice filled with anger he was trying to control. "You do not have any evidences to prove I did any crime, I was only asked to handle the affairs of the castle till you get back and that was what I did" Robin lied with a straight face. Master Damien chuckled deadly and signaled one of the warriors. The warrior walked up to Robin and raising up his sword, he cut of his other hand. The hand detached and roll of to the floor. Blood pumped from his amputated hand as she screamed and writhe in pain.

However, Rosalie's retreating figure was getting smaller, and she was showing no signs of softening at all. "It's getting late. Time for you to set off!" There was a charming smile on Lyanna's pretty face. Her scarlet nails grew swiftly all of a sudden. In the blink of an eye, they were like three-foot-long swords as they pierced Wade's heart. There was a squelch, and blood splattered everywhere. Wade stared in disbelief at the fist-sized, bloody hole in his chest as well. His heart, still beating, was in Lyanna's hand. "You—"

Blood splattered everywhere as Isaac's left hand was severed, flying across the room. Liam, holding a small knife from the dining table, remained utterly indifferent.

Laura's thrust was met by his hand, her blade plunged straight through the back of his palm. 'Damnit, again!' Every time Lala and Laura thought they had the brute time and again. When required he would block their attacks using his own body parts. 'By the gods you would think the pain alone would make him cave!' He would take a sword to the hand, to the thigh, he even allowed an attack to cut deeply into his wrist, when Laura's blade bore through his bone severing his hand from the wrist down like a wet piece of paper, the man didn't even cry out in pain. Maintaining his quiet persona all he did was grunt and cringe his eyes. Laura had moved in to attack his other hand as the severed one had

“For what it’s worth.” A dozen fireballs lit up the cave. I ducked, slashing another clone. My shadows whispered to me, subtly pointing to the real Jaime. I pretended not to notice, keeping my eyes on the others as the real Jaime crept up silently. The moment I felt his breath near my neck, I turned around and drove my sword clean through it. His eyes widened. He tried to speak but no words came as he choked on his blood. His clones screamed in unison before bursting into dust.

I asked, but before I could prepare, he injured my hand on my wrist and vice versa. I lay there for a moment in shock. I don't know why I just go along with what he's doing. Without saying a word, he clasped our bleeding hands, and for a moment, I saw his eyes turn red. I just don't know if it's just my imagination because it really happened so fast. I did not even see how he cut our hands. I didn't see anything sharp in his hand. Is he somehow supernatural as well? Before my question could be answered, he had already handed the book to me. My eyes shone when I saw that it was the book of the devil.