Blitzo X Striker Novels & Stories

It grabs onto my right foot and executed a jiu-jitsu leg lock. Blaze’s silhouette had a bit more power in him than I thought. Thankfully, it isn’t Nightmare who’s in charge now. If not, my leg would be broken by now. In a contest of strength… you are nowhere near my level. There’s no way you could break my leg like that! Grabbing this chance, I hold onto its feet with my grip. "Blaze— NOW!!!" I yelled. "Helm splitter…!" WHAM! Blaze stomped his foot straight down to its face (probably, because its black).

Zion put back his fork and spoon in the plate and stared directly in the eyes of the girl, he did not know her name, the girl who just spoke with him. "Do I owe an apology to Miss. Bel or does she owe me one?" He continued to stare in her eyes. She was scared under his intense gaze. She felt like he was trying to invade her soul. "What.... what are-you talking... about?" She stuttered. "She has been stalking me for about 3 whole freaking years. I have been ignoring her but she is not backing off." His voice was getting louder, gaining attention from almost everyone in the cafeteria. "She is a psychotic bitch. One more time, I repeat...." This time he glared at Isabel, "One more time if I saw

He met my eyes, his jaw clenched in fury. "You bitch!" He growled, "You dislocated my shoulder!" I shrugged as he started stalking towards me, pointedly deciding how to plan his next strike, "I don't think your foes would worry too much if they hurt you, Wyatt." I said, keenly aware of the mocking hidden behind my words. He tugged on his arm, badly setting it back in the socket. Dr Kip would no doubt have to re-set it, and for a moment I felt bad for the guy. The moment was lost quickly as he brought his meaty knee up and into my stomach.

He merged the two elements into a single strike and unleashed the strike in a single, seamless motion that was a masterpiece of destruction. "How…" Felix swallowed nervously. He tried to dodge the incoming strike, only for the realization to hit him instantly—he was far too slow. Ashton's Lightning Bolt strike, driven by the momentum of his sudden acceleration, became devastating. Felix was gripped by a deep sense of dread, even though the strike held only the power of a transcendent realm expert. He felt like prey cornered by a lethal predator. He brought his arms up to defend himself, causing a loud blast to echo throughout the surroundings as the full force of the strike slammed into him.

Reluctantly, Blaze releases his grip on Tyler, stepping back to stand beside Alexa. Tyler adjusts his jacket, scoffing and muttering under his breath, "Certified lover boy!" The remark strikes a nerve within Blaze, igniting a surge of anger coursing through his veins. In a fit of rage, Blaze lunges at Tyler, landing a powerful punch that sends him crashing to the floor. Tyler, annoyed and humiliated, fixes Blaze with a death glare as he struggles to regain his footing.

He pleaded weakly, but there was no evidence of agony on his features from the strike. Blaze pushed him away, angrily pointing at his face. "You freaking stood me up in front of the whole world, you think sorry is going to cut it. Wait till we get home, You piece of shit!" He spits at his feet, shoved me out of the way, and walked out of the changing room. I cleared my throat awkwardly as I noticed the other lad was now looking into space as if he regretted every mistake he'd made in his life. He most likely did.

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

Dexter's smirk dances on the edges of his lips as he points out, "Well, you've got an extra talent up your sleeve – certainly a master of tattoo artistry, I must say. Quite the paradox, isn't it? A remarkable tattoo artist, yet your own skin remains untouched!" Blaze titters, his gaze briefly flickering to Dexter's elaborate tattoos. He possessed irrefutable talent. However, opting to remain ink-free was a deliberate choice reflecting his personal preferences. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a few needle pricks?" Dexter teases. Blaze, unable to contain his amusement, retaliated by grabbing a nearby cushion and hitting Dexter with it. "Well, you're the bloodsucker here, so consider this a lov

“He’s after the parts of us that still believe we can build something better.” Chito looked between us, one hand twitching toward the hilt on his hip, his voice low, not quite whispering. “Striker’s not just a threat, he’s a prophecy with teeth. He doesn’t hunt like the Broker did. He dismantles belief, carves it out of people until they bleed obedience.” Nova stepped into the circle then, her presence unnervingly calm, her silver eyes flicking toward the dark line of trees just beyond the compound. “He’s not hiding,” she said. “He wants to be seen. He wants you afraid before the first move.”