Blasphemous Double Jump Novels & Stories

“I did a good jump. Did you see? I moved like a ninja.” “I saw, baby,” I choked out, pulling him back into my arms and burying my face in his hair. The scent of the training pit—dirt and wolf—was all over him, and it made me want to scrub his skin until it was raw. “I saw. But we don’t play like that, okay? We don’t jump like that. It’s dangerous.” My mind was screaming. *He moved.* He hadn’t just dodged; he had used a reflex that was encoded in his marrow. The Amber Drops hidden in my pocket felt like they were burning through the fabric of my robe.

And then I was up. Not the usual way a person got up off the floor. I didn't roll, didn't push myself up slowly, didn't take a second to find my footing. My body just … moved. One sharp, explosive motion that brought me straight up off my back and onto my feet in a single fluid jump, then landed clean and steady like the floor was exactly where I'd intended to launch from. No stumbling. And no adjustment either. Just up … fast and controlled, like gravity was more of a suggestion than a rule that applied to me.

he kissed her knuckles once before he walked towards the balcony and climbed down by the pipes. when his feet touched the ground he smiled inwardly, he had been doing this thing for quite a few days because of the persona and now it seems he was an expert in climbing building through pipes. he saw a shadow nearby and ran behind him but as soon as he walked to the end of the street it was all clear, he could not find anybody. he sighed, this was getting fishier than before. the thought of someone hurting his Shona was enough to make his blood boil. he took out his phone from his pocket before he dialed the number of one of his father's men. his father's right hand who was there for Revan's sa

The laughter grew more hysterical, almost frantic. I pulled myself off of the couch; my muscles protesting each movement. Slowly, I made my way to the hidden room and stairway leading down into the basement. My hand gripped the railing. I felt like an old man descending those stairs. Once I got to the bottom, the woman’s gaze shot from Kane to me. Her laughter’s pitch grew higher, almost maniacal. Her eyes turned milky white, losing their sight of the current world and off into another. A Prophetess?

He had just dumped fifty rounds into a man at point-blank range, and the man hadn't even flinched. Tristan felt the stolen kinetic energy flood his system. His muscles burned with unnatural, explosive power. The micro-dose of the Void tasted like battery acid and adrenaline. He didn't waste the charge. Tristan bent his knees, channeling the stolen momentum into his legs, and jumped. It was an inhuman leap. He cleared the fifteen feet of vertical space in a single bound, soaring directly into the path of the hovering Aero-Chaser. He landed heavily on the nose of the bike.

"Hold me tight. The first jump is all on you... reach the ceiling by yourself, the rest depends on our combined effort. Make sure you reach the wall, then you can leave the rest on me." Creed nodded and held each pair of disks in both hands. Suddenly the disk transformed again. This time they turned into metal claws. The claws were extremely sharp. Creed understood that he had to climb all the way back, but this way he could minimize his effort and comparatively safer. Creed tied Jia at her back so he didn't have to worry about her. He took a deep breath until his eyes turned flaming red. He concentrated his entire aura at his legs this time and jumped with all his might. ~SPLAASSSHHH~

Maiming it like that. Please Elysians, don't let me be some sort of revenge sacrifice, at least, not in a damn underground bog. “What's wrong with you two? What did I ever do to you?” I screamed, glancing sharply about the swamp but it remained empty and I took another step back. How high could a werewolf with a hundred percent adrenaline and hip issues jump?

She got down on her knees but Catherine averted her face standing up she walked away from her. " Please I am sorry" she pleaded and Catherine halted, turning to face Jessica. "Oh really? Is that so? I shouldn't tell my mom. Then why do what you did? Sleeping with her husband? Your sister's husband for goodness sake." The door creaked open and Natasha stepped in grabbing the whole scene with surprise on her face. Jessica quickly got up from the floor as she saw her and tried to adjust herself and act like nothing happened. "What's going on here? Why were you on your knees, Jessica?" She asked, taking slow steps to her.

“Jump.” In that instant, their eyes widened, instinct clawing at them as it collided with the unbreakable bond forged by a Spirit Wolf's command. They were spellbound, ensnared in the web of our power, unable to grasp the depths of their impending doom. Without hesitation, they leaped from the precipice, their silhouettes stark against the fading light. We watched, unflinching, as they plummeted into the abyss below, their final moments an echo of their folly. They had dared to claim what was ours, and now they paid the ultimate price.

He sent a double wave kick at me—a deceptive combination that momentarily toyed with my defenses before his foot lashed out in an incredibly fast follow-up, raising the available dust around us as I blocked the blow with my arm. A double wave kick is a unique technique where he launches at my shoulder, holds it midway, and then releases it to hit me, yet it remains incredibly fast despite the brief pause, showcasing his impressive speed. "Not bad. I just came to check you out," he remarked, a wild grin spreading across his face.