arm amputee fiction stories

Involved in separate accidents. Russel and Finn end up sharing a cubicle in the ER on a busy night. As the hours pass, separately and together, they face issues of life and death, human nature, addiction, perceived shortcomings, love, romance, and sexual arousal.<br><br>Both men are feeling flirty and friendly at first, until they end up in a heated argument about what feature in a man is more important, his face or his body. After some time alone to think, Russel is eager to apologize for losing his temper and to explain where he was coming from. Unfortunately, Finn never returns from surgery, leaving Russel both sorry and worried.<br><br>Is Russel’s chance to make amends really gone? What will happen if the two ever do come face to face again? Can Russel win Finn over or will the need to prove his point screw everything up again?

Imagine a new Professor just came into the most prestigious high school in the west. North Rayleigh Academy. When the professor's side-job is a world-renowned arms dealer for private armies. What challenges will they face? Will conflict of interest be the reason? External forces taking control over everything? Or will it be war bigger than what students face. Will the lessons of chemistry be helpful to the students? Is there something bigger running the entire school or is there an industry developing from the school itself? Vaughn is a man of many talents, skills, and ideals. Business comes first for him but that will change once he takes a step into his class changing his beliefs that runs his everyday life. "Give an artist an inspiration... they'll make art. Give a student hope.... they'll thrive and be the best they can be. Give an army a stockpile of weapons... they'll create nothing but piles of bodies and mayhem along their path. I wonder sometimes if my students are actually listening to my lessons. I sure do hope they get more excited over science." -Professor Vaughn Killford.

David wakes up in a world of steam rifles and supernatural blades, evil rituals and mysterious paths. After a blood ritual gone wrong, he faces certain death at the claws of monsters. To survive, he makes a forbidden choice: graft the arm of an evil god onto himself. [Limb Grafting Ritual Complete] Now David can devour the limbs of anything he kills—monsters, beasts, even gods—grafting their powers onto himself. Each new arm grants him devastating abilities: crush skulls with a divine corpse's hand, tear through armor with monster claws. Who knows what horrors await in stronger prey? He hunts in the darkness. Devours the darkness. Seals the forbidden. Becomes the forbidden. They call him a hunter of monsters, but the truth is simpler—he's becoming the thing they should fear most.

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Imagine a new Professor just came into the most prestigious high school in the west. North Rayleigh Academy. When the professor's side-job is to be a world-renowned arms dealer for private armies. But this time what if you kept in touch with your past a very vivid touch with your horrifying past and embraced it once again "Give an artist an inspiration... they'll make art. Give a student hope.... they'll thrive and be the best they can be. Give an army a stockpile of weapons... they'll create nothing but piles of bodies and mayhem along their path. I wonder sometimes if my students are actually listening to my lessons. I sure do hope they get more excited over science." -Professor Vaughn Killford.

I awoke in the body of a dead noble, beneath a sky shrouded by a colossal planet. Steam rifles clash with transcendent blades; vile rituals intertwine with mysterious paths of power. To survive, I grafted the arm of an eldritch god onto myself—countless limbs now writhe as one with my body, while cursed aberrations and spectral horrors walk at my side. * The claw of a monster? Graft it. * The limb of the dead? Graft it. * A construct of cold metal? Graft it. * Twisted flesh? Graft it. * Writhing tentacles? Graft them all. A hunter of the dark, devouring the abyss, sealing the forbidden—until I become the forbidden itself…

A young boy with nothing to live for was given a chance by a young noble girl to change his fate to become a warrior, a friend and a hero Forging ahead with only his will,determination and newly created arm he became a legend. This is the story of young Jero the solid arm gear arsenal!

In the long shadow cast by Edenia—Tanasma's most prosperous and pacified continent—rises a desperate clamor from the fractured fringes of the world. ARM RACES is the chronicles of a turbulent era of rising militarism, fragile alliances, and brutal conflicts as smaller nations scramble to match Edenia’s technological, magical, and militaristic supremacy. While Edenia maintains its polished façade of peace, the rest of Tanasma roils in fear, ambition, and vengeance. Set during the mid Second Age, the novel unveils a complex web of rivalries and ideologies. In the volcanic highlands of Volgrad, the theocratic warlords forge steel and faith into weapons of conquest, seeking to reclaim ancient dominion. Across the crystalline tundra of Nirang, a resource-starved technocracy races to replicate Edenian airships, risking war with Tzaria, a desert confederacy whose mutant-hunting syndicates jealously guard trade routes and secrets. Meanwhile, the jungles of Ravkari—a loose alliance of tribal warrior-states—embrace blood-soaked traditions and mystic relics, resisting both Edenian influence and northern encroachment from Velmara, a monarchist remnant empire with dreams of unifying the continent under a single crown. As arms stockpiles grow and saboteurs move in shadows, tensions erupt. Border skirmishes ignite into full-blown wars. Secret pacts are betrayed. Supernatural weapons—fragments of ancient dragon essences, mutant warlords, and forbidden elemental tech—tip the balance toward chaos. Though none of these nations rival Edenia in size, each clings fiercely to its faith, its people, and its pride. ARM RACES does not tell the story of one war, but many—the story of how fractured nations, born from the ashes of lost empires and divine wrath, claw their way through fire and steel to survive the judgment of history.

[Ding! The 'Randomly Spend' Tycoon System is at your service.] On her way to work, Yun Zijin was bound by a system named 'Randomly Spend'. [Spending Task Completed. A 2x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Villa No. 1 at Xingyu Mansion. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] [Spending Task Completed. A 3x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Dingsi Building. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] ... Yun Zijin was dazzled by the system's rewards, only to be told that her wealthy parents had found her? That she's the true daughter of the Xia Family of Dijing? Being bound to the Tycoon System was exciting for Yun Zijin, but she refused to be part of any cliché wealthy family drama. The Xia Family of Dijing? Yun Zijin: Get lost! Don't even think about associating with me!

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.