Cobra Bubbles Knuckles Novels & Stories

*Boom* *Crack* “Umph,” the man bite down hard on his own lips, causing them to explode into a mess of blood and flesh. Although he was in excruciating pain, for Nola’s kick had broken the head of his right humerus, his scapula, and somehow a small section of his clavicle; yet, he dared not complain or voice out any discontent. For if he did, Nola would do much worse.

Kasunod no'n ay parang bata siyang binuhat at pina-upo sa kandungan nito. Tila uhaw na uhaw ang lalaki sa kanyang dibdib na kahit may suot pa siyang brassiere ay patuloy pa rin ang labi nito sa pagpapaulan ng halik. Ramdam niya ang pagkabuhay ng init nito sa katawan dahil sa umbok sa pagitan ng hita, kung saan siya naka-upo. Pag-unhook ng suot na bra ang sunod na ginawa nito at dahan-dahang ibinaba ang strap habang hindi inilalayo ang mata sa kanyang katawan.

His face turned red, and his eyes held a piercing gaze. Dicken raised and froze his webbed claw in an attacking position, slowly clenching them into a fist. I heard the snapping sound of his bones as he clenched his webbed claws. Blue blood dripped between his pale webbed claws into the water. Though the dripping sounded light, it agonized me.

Four of them forwarded holding their weapons. His jaw locked. He cracked his knuckles as he performed a spinning crescent kick, throwing two men away from him. He ducked under a swing from the hockey stick and punched the man in the face hard enough to make his nose bleed. He let out a sharp exhale, feeling better.

He wasn’t winded though, because he followed up with a barrage of jabs that quickly let me know that he’d gone through training of some kind. But this wasn’t even the worst part of it all. The bastard had on a pair of identical brass knuckles, which told me that he wasn’t taking any chances with me—one blow from those and I’d break something. “You’re not going to go easy on me?” I asked breathlessly, dodging his attacks while trying to keep both of the other men in my line of vision lest I make the mistake of letting them flank me. “I’m only a girl.” I was only half-joking, and the man smirked, his eyes glinting with a sick mischief that told me he was enjoying it.

He was using his laptop to track the truck. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY? WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAD WITH THAT? I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT BITCH PUT A FUCKING BOMB IN MY TRUCK!” Bubba yelled as he ran past his nephews, now running full speed towards his truck. “Damn, he musta got a robocop hip during that surgery. He musta got a turbo button somewhere, because he sure isn't running like he got a hip replacement.” Luke said, picking up speed.

Lou licked his swollen lip and winced, hurting. And I want to drink. I moved my fingers on my hands. I looked at the ripped knuckles. The bones are whole, that's okay. I touched a simple leather bean with a large bead. Goosebumps ran down my skin.

He struck the ground with one knee, and a raging airflow, like a cyclone, spread in all directions. Heavy Knee Kill! That was one of the unique serial killing skills created by Dumbo himself, giving full play to his characteristics of a strong body and great strength.

Knox is on the floor. Shirtless, soaked in sweat, and something about his body is WRONG in a way that my brain tries to reject before my eyes finish processing it. The muscles under his skin are moving – MOVING, shifting and rippling like something underneath is trying to rearrange itself, and his hands are pressed flat against the hardwood and his fingers are tipped with something that isn’t fingernails. They’re longer and curved and dark and they’ve gouged lines into the floor like trenches, and the word my brain supplies is CLAWS even though that word doesn’t belong in a sentence about a human being.

Frank bellowed as he launched a kick. Bang! The air around them cracked deafeningly as Frank sent Robin flying into the wall and staying stuck on it! Robin's entire spine was contorted, and he passed out right then!