After Every Hit We Take Novels & Stories

“Come on, hit me. Come on you little pus—” Before he could even get the words out of his mouth, Ryan wound up a heavy right aimed straight for Marcus’s face, but just like before, Marcus saw it coming from a mile away. He ducked underneath and sent a hard-left hook at Ryan’s rib and boy oh boy. That shit connected. “Uggghhh” he groaned in pain but barely had the time to recover when Marcus sent his own right straight at Ryan’s face, sending him plummeting to the ground just like before.

Now I'm using the strongest part of my body. My legs. There is no room for error. I raise my knee and catch him directly with everything I have. His grip releases. This time I succeed in hitting exactly where I intended to hit. Thank God. I run. This is it again. I hope I make it this time. I really hope I do. I am panting. I run every morning, but not since the vacation. Maybe it's that, and the exhaustion. His hands close around me before I reach anything useful.

Ace played with my hair for a while until I fell asleep. ***** "If you hit with too much force, there's the possibility you'll hurt your joints and if you hit with no force, you'll hurt your joints, be unable to control the direction of your punch and might even end up hurting yourself. Which is why you should always give the right amount of force in every punch," Ava explained as she demonstrated.

It seemed as though the air around us was thickening, and the blood moon's energy pulled at us, pushing forward. Every hit meant something. We weren’t just fighting ,we were standing for something. This wasn’t just about the battle. It was about everything we’d survived, everything we’d lost, and what we swore we’d never lose again. . It wasn’t just the other packs. It was everything. And deep down, we knew, things were about to change.

Scarred. "Hit this," he said. "What?" "Fifty times." He glanced back. "Don't stop until I tell you." I hesitated. "I thought you wanted to fight me." "You don't know how to fight." The words landed flat. Not cruel. Just true. "You react. That's instinct." He tapped the post. "This is skill. Skill takes repetition." I stared at the post. Then stepped forward. I raised my fist. Hit. The impact sent a dull sting through my knuckles.

"Yes, that's it. Be more determined. If you don't have the resolve, you'll still be the one getting hurt next time. Remember your past." With a bang, Olivia fired the gun. Her arms turned numb. She wasn't used to the strong recoil yet. Even though she didn't hit the bullseye, she managed to hit the target. "Well done. You have to believe in yourself." Jack stood behind her again, adjusting her posture. Then, he said softly in her ear, "Olivia, may you be your own sun in the future.

It was a common occurrence with healing magic to feel injuries for a time, depending on the severity, after they've been healed. "Next round. Start!" The announcer yelled. 'Fuck. How does anyone take a full-force hit from you?' Zach took a deep breath and exhaled. "This world has changed greatly in the last hundred years. I know you've lived longer than I could ever hope to, but surely in all your experience you've noticed how different things have become?" Zach made a basic karate stance. Death was done giving him the first hit. Death put his arms to his side, and slowly approached Zach.

I turn back to my coach and raise a finger… then two. Two strikes. I promised to end it in two strikes. I would deliver. *** It took me a superhuman effort to not get sick all over the combat floor after that hit. Wasn’t losing a point that affected me the most. It’s… If he didn’t aim for the guard first, I would have been flung out of the arena with a strike that powerful! The very thought made my mind go reeling. I’d been hit before. I’d lost points before.

She fell back onto the bed, her eyes wide open, her voice now reduced to a whisper. "Karma… will come back… to bite you…" Before she could finish, she passed away. Dad and Mom both heard Grandma's last words. They trembled uncontrollably. After all, everyone's afraid of karma.

Tsc, Tsc, I’ll have to work harder next time. She felt another deeper cut on her shoulder, the burning was already like a friend to muffle the pain coming from within. She took a deep breath, couldn’t make any more sounds, just failed murmurs sometimes slipped out of her mouth. Not only that, but she had to play their game; she thought.