Blasphemous Double Jump Novels & Stories

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

I no longer hesitated and took the contraceptives. It was far more bitter than any other time I took them. Meanwhile, those two men continued talking. Mark Green, my husband’s friend, felt the knowledge of this weighing heavily on his conscience. “Let’s set aside the fact that you gave her contraceptives for now and talk about River jumping in the river three years ago to take her own life. Lyra’s mother did her best to save her, but she thrashed around and stepped on Lyra’s mother until she drowned. Dale, anyone who saw that video knows she did it on purpose. It’s only logical for Lyra to sue her.

Damian was basically trying to get himself killed if he jumped off it like that. Christine's face turned ghostly pale. She clenched her fists and could hardly breathe. She hadn't expected Damian to jump off the stand either. It was over 30 feet up from the floor! There was no way he could survive that fall. As Damian made the jump, some even closed their eyes, unable to watch. However, he simply tapped his right foot with his left, and his body sprang forward instead of rushing toward the floor. When his body started to descend again, he tapped the top of one foot with the other once more, propelling himself up. After a few such taps, he landed safely on the boxing ring.

A heavy drum beat in my ears. I stepped back and stumbled, the strength leaving my legs, and I fell. The doctor caught me. “Are you okay?” I nodded, not understanding anything. “Breathe,” he instructed. “Slowly. That's it.” I followed his instructions, holding his arm tight. “Is he ever going to recover?” The doctor looked sad. “Honestly,” he said gently, like he was scared I would lose consciousness. “There's every possibility that he will make it.” He was probably telling me that so I didn't lose my mind.

"You're what? Three months old? Four?" It pulled back. "I have her memories." "Memories aren't self." I followed. Crowding its space. "You remember being blind. But you've never been in darkness. You remember loving me. But you've never felt anything." Its hand rose. Knife. Small. Professional. I didn't move. "Kill me," I said. "And you prove I'm right. That you're just violence. Just emptiness. Just—" The window shattered. Not gunshot. Rock. Simple.

SpeedBlade: Screaming as I push myself off the ground, I jump into the air and pull back JumpStart's stun batons. Heavy Metal blocks his arm, he tries to punch me but using my speed, I run out of the way. "Oh no," I say, tapping the batons against each other. "Something is wrong. They're not working. Wait, what did my brother tell me? Something about switching and buttons." I examine the batons, but I don't see anything like switches or buttons.

At that moment, a strange force lifted my invisible double from where he stood, and raised him six metres above the surface he’d been standing on, before dropping him like a feather on the ground. My invisible double would’ve been angry at YESHUA for what he’d just done, and for pulling the katana from his grip when he was about to finish the beast. Less than five seconds later, he was grateful the ‘force’ had lifted him up from his former spot, as he watched the YESHUA katana disappear.

Without the slightest hesitation, my limbs bent at a fierce angle, the power of the jewel of Camelot flowed inside my limbs, and the next moment my body jumped up towards the sky. The distance between the ground and me was getting farther and farther, and in just a moment's work I jumped up to a height of more than ten feet, the distance between two buildings flashed before my eyes in an instant, and when I landed on the ground again, in front of me was that very familiar figure. Beta of Nightshade Pack was looking at me with disbelief.

He struck. Although he was old, his movement was agile, blue light flashing under his feet. He first jumped into the air, his toes gently tapping the roof of the Audi. He then borrowed the power to leap forward, crossing more than 80 meters at a time toward Alexander, where the old residential building was rapidly approaching.

She looked up at her lover before she slowly fell to the floor. Malakai had never moved faster in his life. He caught Eden before her head hit the ground. He was too shocked to register anything so Alec took the lead, shouting out orders. But it was too late. There were two bullets. One that pierced Eden's white skin. And another to break the window from where Elijah and his crew had jumped out of. As soon as Astrid had reached the window to look at the two who jumped down the two story manor, they were gone.