Blasphemous Double Jump Novels & Stories

His laser beam broke down the first layer, leaving a crack on the second layer. “He has an uncanny resemblance to Lord Steve Nazar…” “Shadow leap” I mutter and the next minute I’m right in front of him with a hand on his shoulder as I crush his ribs with my stomach. The force of the kick makes him almost vomit his innards “Where will I find that bastard” “D-don’t think you’ve won, kid” he backflips putting a great distance between us. From his chest he forms an energy ball and hurls it to my direction

Jump: Grabbing onto the glass window as it ejects and falls out, I look down at the quickly approaching desert. I spy an approaching sand dune, the tallest one around. Placing the window against the bottom of my shoes, I use my gift of enhanced jumps to jump off the window. The window shatters as I jump off the window and toward the tallest sand dune. Rocketing toward it, I flip over and use my gift once more to jump off the sand dune. I bounce off the sand dune before flipping over and landing on my feet. Now on my feet, I adjust my wrist-mounted crossbows. As I adjust them, I look up and see only my pod flying back to the hovertrain craft.

A dull thump accompanied every strike of his foot. "Death From Above!" With his last stomp, Logan used the most solid technique in Foudroyant Chivalry. He bore down with the weight of a mountain that was concentrated on his foot. Fallen Mole crashed onto the ground with a loud thump, creating a deep pit. "Ack!"

Unlike before, I could now clearly see the slimy black substance surrounding my opponent; he was going to fake a high hit and aim for my shins, as he had scored his fair share of points during the fight using that tactic. Remember, Max. Combat is a dance. I remember. Sometimes your partner wants to make you look bad. Like right now. That’s why you have to take it to another level, so it’s your partner who ends up the worse of it. You can see what he’s doing and what he’s going to do. I… He’s ruthless. Paying his treachery with honor is an insult to him. Double down. I still have two more points to win. He will lose.

"Young boy, you have made a mistake. His name is Joshua and not Imman. Maybe they just look the same, please leave us alone, your mom could have been looking for you right now." "But I am sure, he's my uncle Imman. Did you know that auntie Cassandra gave birth to twins and now they are already three years old...I like Ivan but not Isabella, she is such a cry baby. I and Elijah only play with Ivan..." Billy did not yet finish talking when his mother came. She was astonished to see the lawyer with another woman but before she could open her mouth, Lorraine told her first that the person in front of them is her fiance and his name is Joshua and not Imman as being insisted by the young boy.

This higher ground also gave me the leverage to jump on the roof of the car. As soon as I jumped on the car, the driver started swerving around trying to throw me off, but I held on tightly, my claws sinking into the roof of the car and I could hear them screaming from inside. I could not hear the voice of my mate in the car, even though her smell was evident and in that moment of destruction, I was imagining the worst. Before I could really think of anything, the car swerved onto a lamppost, and it took me all the strength I had as an alpha not to fall off.

The warrior collapsed, unconscious before he hit the ground. No sooner had the first man fallen than two more attacked simultaneously, one aiming a kick at Blaze's head while the other went for his midsection. Blaze ducked the kick, grabbed the second warrior's leg, and with a swift, brutal motion, flipped him over and slammed him into the ground. The impact knocked the air from the man's lungs, leaving him gasping for breath.

The lights flashed in my eyes. I stared at the empty door and calmly walked toward a home that was not truly mine. The video of Jenny White breaking the hiking record played on the mall's big screen. In the video, my parents and Jared stood excitedly, cheering for her. None of them seemed to remember that I would be released today. After almost three hours of walking, I finally saw Jared. He rushed over. Upon seeing my limp, he went to support my arm. “Charlie! What happened to your leg? Did they do something to you inside?”

Jack was the unmovable mountain the storm broke against. Viktor, driven only by the charm’s malevolent energy, felt no pain, only rage. He ignored his failing limbs and lunged forward, trying to crush Jack in a bear hug. It was a desperate, foolish move. Jack met the charge, not with force, but with technique. He dropped his center of gravity, pivoted, and used a hip throw that sent Viktor’s two-hundred-and-fifty-pound frame flying over his shoulder. Viktor crashed onto the concrete floor with a sickening crunch that echoed through the cavernous space.

Derek pressed closer, lips brushing mine, hand pressing along my side, steadying, holding, anchoring the rhythm as the child pulsed sharply, energy alive, responsive, instinct bending subtly through the enemy’s hesitation. The enemy faltered, sensing more than they understood, confusion flashing in their eyes. I moved forward with precise, flowing force, hands brushing lightly, energy threading outward, coiling, shaping instinct without effort. Jax pressed against my back fully, teeth grazing lightly, growl vibrating, tail flicking, muscles taut. Derek’s lips brushed along my shoulder, hand firm, anchoring, steadying, holding rhythm as the child’s pulse flared subtly, alive, threading throug