Collared - Chapter 3 - Registry
He also didn't have a weapon, instead his hands seemed to be conduits for power, one hand holding a flame, the other crackling with electricity. he wore robes that isaac though would look more in place in a fantasy novel.
One Size Fits All
That only brought attention to his hands. holding them up to his face in a daze, jt could only watch helplessly at seeing his nails growing at an insane rate. their coloring darkened to a deep brown, becoming very thick and curved at the end. "no! no!"
Sunrise
Before he could slip away, i grabbed his hand, holding on tightly, refusing to let him go. “it’s been four years… four fucking years,” i choked out, the words laced with raw pain. “how long will it take? another four years before you can face me again?
Dealing In Lycanthropy
She was still holding the one thousand dollar bill, only it was not a hand holding the bill; a large brown humanoid wolf paw was holding it. in the shadow of the hood of her rain coat, two amber yellow eyes stared at me. "holy shit!" i screamed.
Garage Visit
Without warning the hands holding him reached down and pushed a kickstand out from what had been his lower chest. in snapped down with a heavy springing sound and sent a chill through his body.
Lykos - 06 - Vacation
hand hold by hand hold, he ascended. he wasn't sure what was propelling him, what his motivation was.
A Hearts Treasure Ch 1
Her hand holds broke.
A New Idea
It pushed out into her waiting hand, holding as much as she could as her juices slowly leaked out of the plugged up vagina, slowly becoming a few months pregnant.
The Cursed
In that instant, i felt an odd tremor, as if her wrist was rippling, and those ripples were somehow sliding up into my hand holding it. my hand tightened around her wrist as she kept coming at me, slamming directly into me again.
Arc 1 - Part 6 - The Darkest End
"i figure we don't want to go in there," aira muttered as he gripped the cart firmly in one hand, "hold on... it's another slope."
The Sitter chapter 2
Sitting up, she looked at the piece of dark green fabric in her hand, holding the men's t-shirt out in front of her as the events of the previous day flooded back to her, her face going bright red as she held the shirt close, breathing deeply as arren's scent
Penalty Shot: PROLOGUE (YOU DECIDE)
His grin grew wider as he threw his hand up in the air, his other hand holding the whistle. then, he blew it sharply and threw his hand in the direction of the opponent's goalie.