Cobra Bubbles Knuckles Novels & Stories

A gleam of silver shot toward Blake's chest. Although Blake didn't know what the shining object was, he could feel a sense of extreme danger. He dodged quickly to avoid Caleb's punch. However, he did not dodge quickly enough, and it grazed his abdomen. He felt a piercing pain at once, and Blake realized that Caleb was wearing brass knuckles. However, the brass knuckles were different from ordinary ones. There was a steel needle that was about an inch long on the middle finger. Blake said angrily, "Caleb, you are shameless! How can you wear brass knuckles in a martial arts battle?"

As he got closer to the buck his fingers started to ache and his gums started to itch. "RRAHHH!" Claude jumped on the bucks back with a loud roar, the buck started jumping and wiggling trying to shake him off but he had his claws fastened deep into the bucks sides. "You like to use these a lot don't you?" he asked before he grabbed an antler and proceeded to brutally hammer fist it until it snapped off. SNAP! The buck continued to swing and move wildly. Claude— now seated on its back almost the way one would on a horse, grabbed the bucks remaining antler and pulled it down towards his midsection so the bucks neck was perfectly exposed.

He stumbled backward and I quickly used my knees to kick him to the wall. I pinned him on the wall and rained angry punches on him. He slipped from my hold and managed to escape after he began to bleed. Turning around, Coby revealed his long claws and tried to scratch me on my back. I dodged immediately and he scratched the wall instead. He growled at the pain he felt with the contact of his claws and the wall, as it remained stuck as a result of its length. I grabbed his free hand, pinned it to the wall and scratched him deep on both sides of his ribs. He groaned loudly in pain but that did not make me stop.

Jack asked me. " Well a few months ago Knuckles wanted me to find his movie business." I said. " Movie business? wat movie business?" Jack asked me. " It's a porn production, any ways he was interviewing people and he introduced me to some guy, that man has a python between his legs, the biggest d*k I have ever seen, I think it's safe to say that Berner might have lost his virginity." I said. " No he didn't!" Jack said. " Yes he did, I am sure that he can't even sit down let alone walk." I said.

I watched the smirk fall from one of the brother’s faces, but another guy called Knuckles had the guts to stare me down. “Who believes this crap? She’s a wolf-hybrid, can’t you smell it?” Knuckles spat with contempt. In a split-second reaction, I lunged forward and swung a punch at his jaw. I must have made that fucker see stars because his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, then I hauled him upright by his vest, bringing us nose to nose. “You wanna say that again? Go on, I dare you?” I goaded, hoping he would repeat it.

"You look like a nervous rabbit. Plant your feet firmly in the dirt." Shifting my weight, I forced my boots flat against the ground. "I am not bouncing." "You are," Todd corrected, actually keeping his voice steady instead of dripping with his usual sarcasm. "Keep your knees bent. Now, give me a jab-cross combo. And don't drop your left hand this time." Throwing my left fist forward, I hit the pad, immediately following it up with my right. *Smack. Smack.* "Better," Todd nodded, taking a small step back. "But your wrists are bending. Keep them locked straight. If you hit bone with a bent wrist, you will snap your own hand in half. Try again."

it seemed like he had poured water on himself there. Next thing he did was to squirt the lube on my body by pressing the body of the lube bottle. "Spread them everywhere, Pumpkin." He ordered, giving my left boob a loud slap. I moaned from the sting of the slap, then started rubbing my hands on my body, making sure the lube got to every inch. "Damn...see how shiny you are...for me." Knoxx said, dropping the lube bottle on the dressing table behind me. "Keep rubbing, Pumpkin. I want every inch shiny and glassy... Fuck!" He lowered his head to take my left nipple.

The neuronal Control collar, which sat deep under its neck skin, reacted to the signal. Kael yelled. It was a hot, tormented boar that I had through mark and leg left. He grabbed his head with both hands, his muscles became so cramped fiercely that the veins appeared dark blue on his neck. The heavy chain his wrist razed wild when he lost the balance and hard on the Knee crashed. “Kael!” I called and wanted to stand out under his arm. “Bleib... in the back!” he moistened, as saliva and blood driped from his lips.

By the time the process was complete, both men had left the ice shirtless, which the crowd had apparently appreciated based on the particular register of the noise that had followed them off, and which neither of them had the current bandwidth to process. Khyle used the sink. He ran cold water and pressed it against his face, watching the pink-tinged water spiral down the drain, and catalogued the damage with the detached efficiency of a man taking a damage report. His jaw was going to be interesting tomorrow. His ribs had something to say. His knuckles were already swelling at the second and third joints in a way that was going to require attention before it became a conversation with the t

I sigh but nod, “No, that is true. How do I block now?” Caleb grins, “Duck and kick?” he lifts his arm again and swings at me. His words echo in my brain, duck and kick. I duck to the ground, using my right hand to balance, and kick his legs out from under him with my left foot. He falls to the ground with a loud thud, and I gasp, “Shit, Caleb are you ok?”