Cobra Bubbles Knuckles Novels & Stories

“Smack!” “There, I did it. What are you going to do about it?” “Smack!” “Kill my family?” “Smack!” “I’ll make you disappear from Golden Ray before you can make anything happen.” “Smack!” Kaze kept pounding Bob’s face, leaving him without a chance to catch his breath. Soon, Bob’s cheeks swelled, and he lost his buck teeth. The Otters were shocked by what they had witnessed. They had not expected such aggression from Kaze.

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.

I don’t know what it is, but he is still quick, even though I have delivered blows that should have weakened him. Suddenly, he jumps to attack me again, and this time, Cronos ducks and latches on to his hind leg again, and this time I feel it dislocate. Kaden let’s out a howl and starts limping. He turns to run and I start going after him. Just as I am getting ready to attack again, I hear Rebel scream, “ARGGGGHHH!”

I revel in how he looks, his eyes closed as he screams, while his mouth is open, I grab a ball gag and put it on him. "Boss that was too quick." The intercom comes on and I sigh. "Not for this one, he would have never given us what we needed." I say as the man's head rolls forward as he passes out. "It'll be a couple hours." I quip and I look up seeing Knuckles with his brows furrowed. + "What do you mean?" He asks and I smirk. "New cocktail, that hallucinogen clots blood." I quip and he smirks. "He'll wake up screaming in a few, they all do." I say looking back at the man.

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.

Pity. "No." "Very well then," I say as I align the bolt cutters with the first knuckle on his pinky finger and snip it off. One third of his finger pops off with a sickening crunch. A scream errupts from his throat as blood drips to the cement flooring at his feet. His arms are held out from his sides by metal bars that attach to a metal belt around his waist and hook to cuffs on his wrist, making the finger snipping easy. His feet are shackled to the floor not allowing him to walk. He also has metal bars behind his legs attached to cuffs on his ankles and into the metal belt around his waist forcing him to stand. He has a spike collar around his throat with tiny nubs on the interior that ru

A palm strike to the ribs. An elbow beneath the chin. A knee into the inner thigh, sharp and fast. Knuckles grunted, louder now, and lunged again with frustration behind the force. Misha ducked, twisted, slammed his heel into Knuckles’ kneecap. The big man buckled for just a second and Misha used that second to land a clean shot to the base of his neck. The crowd hissed in surprise. “Where the fuck did he learn that?” “He’s not fighting like a street guy.”

"I... I can't... breathe..." Marcus, the team’s bulwark, roared. The veins in his neck bulged like thick, blue cords. He tried to raise his kinetic shield, but the device sparked and whined, its internal gyroscopes screaming against the pressure. CRACK. The reinforced alloy of his knee guards splintered. The giant of a man was forced down to one knee, the stone beneath him spider-webbing outward.

These were the dead kobolds' weapons. He turned his attention back to the remaining kobolds. He took the same stance again and executed the skill [Stab]. Swoosh! Holes appeared on the kobolds' bodies at the same time. The kobolds couldn't even respond to his skill. Crack! The sword cracked in his hand. The crack spread quickly and collapsed. “He~”

The change was swift, violent, and by the time he emerged, he was no longer a man. A massive cobra—over thirteen feet long—rose from the lake’s surface, its dark blue scales gleaming under the moonlight. Each individual scale was smooth yet deadly, edged like finely cut obsidian. His body was thick with muscle, powerful enough to constrict and snap bones with ease. The hood around his head flared wide, a deep, intimidating crest that added to his menacing size.