Blasphemous Double Jump Novels & Stories

"Nightmares. A bloodied you kept asking me why. You wanted to know why I betrayed you." I turned my head away, but memories of the past kept coming up. "Give me one last chance." She pulled a folding knife out of her pocket and stabbed her thigh with it before I could stop her. Blood gushed out like a pillar, but all she did was smile sadly. "This is for the first lash." She raised her hand and pointed it at her other leg. "I will pay for all ninety-nine lashes." My pupils shrank, and I pulled the chain down. Then, I grabbed her wrist. The stench of blood was making my head spin. My heart was torn in half, from pain and hatred, perhaps.

- Phil hearing what he is shouting is making me confuse "what ?"- Dessa "right! we should attack its joints!!"- Bhlezy and a sudden realization strike my mind "maybe it will work!!"- Dessa and because of this Bhlezy suddenly join back to the group "we should attack its joint, we should focus on its heels!"- Bhlezy "okay!"- Jimboy *GGGGRRRROAARRRRR!!!* just by flexing its body is making this strong shockwave

She finds the ongoing revision charming and entirely Ethan. The forty-seventh year begins with the twins at eleven months — standing now, both of them, in the specific style of their respective natures. Jordi stands with the confidence of someone who has decided that falling is not a reason to reconsider standing, and who falls frequently and with complete equanimity and immediately stands again. Noa stands with the consideration of someone who has assessed the situation from the floor for several weeks, identified the structural requirements, and is now implementing a tested approach. She falls less than Jordi. She also stands more cautiously, which is not timidity but the precision of some

("Bēngshān quán!!!" (Mountain Crushing Fist!!!) …he lunges his fists right at the centre of the black wall. BOOM!!! It was more powerful than August’s slash. I bet it’s even powerful enough to take down an entire two-storey house if it hits right. As the dusts settled, I find Blaze pushed away from the wall by his own recoil. C-CRACK! “…!” The pillars… cracked…!?

I can feel it without looking — the weight of collective focus, the way hundreds of small reactions cancel each other out into a kind of charged stillness. Liu Fengwei presses harder. Thunderstrike Scripture Second Form — he hasn't used this in the tournament videos I never watched but somehow know through System-provided combat analysis — doubles his movement speed at the cost of precision. He becomes a blur of blue-white lightning, striking from three angles simultaneously through a split-step technique that covers the ring's distance in half a second. Two strikes land. Left ribs, right hip. Both hurt. I stumble back to the ring's edge, breathing carefully.

His fist and jaw were clenched and all I c an do is gulp because of nervousness and the fast beating of my heart. 'Oh, Gabriel. What have you done?'

‘Corpse Breeding’ “Use your head. Damn it. Climb up!” Stanley snarled at him as he pointed towards the roof of the car. He already knew that they’re already spent and his ability was also used up. The only one he has was the ‘Soul’s Pact’ and Byul has his special skill. Even if he used his skill, it would be pointless when the other party’s skill was in cool down.

He held my knees and pushed my thighs open before pounding into me mercilessly and milking me for all I've got, he didn't stop no matter how loud I got. "Fuck..." I screamed as my breasts bobbed back and forth from his vicious thrusts, "Oh god Blake..." He kissed my forehead then my cheek, I tried to push him away, he was going way too fast and I was feeling too much pleasure at once, it was scary. He grabbed my hand and kissed my palm, "Do you want me to go slower?" I nodded my head frantically, I wasn't ready for this kind of pleasure, "Slower... please..."

Frank glowered as he projected his pure vigor. It manifested into a hammer out of thin air, swinging straight toward Jaud's chest! "Hell no!" Jaud suddenly leapt several meters into the air, dodging Frank's hammer. He clearly had no intention to fight Frank as he fled wildly out of the factory. Given how fast he moved, he was clearly pretending to be maimed before. "You're running now? Too late!" Frank's pure vigor was still connected to him even after he projected it—it was an ability unique to the Five-Peat Archaeus.