Cobra Kai Strike First Novels & Stories

Slowly, almost painfully, the storm began to settle just enough to give us space, just enough to fight strategically. Kai snarled, sensing the energy shift, and leaped forward. Fast. Too fast. Jackson moved first, hybrid instincts kicking in despite his restraint. He caught Kai by the shoulder, energy sparking as he pinned him to the ground, gold and silver veins flaring like molten metal. His hybrid rumbled, low and ancient, warning, claiming, demanding respect. Kai struggled, surprised, shocked by the strength of a hybrid he had underestimated, but his own alpha power was formidable.

Each time I closed my eyes, I saw Adrian’s determined face, Kayla’s small hand in mine, and the looming shadow of the man who had stolen my life. I even had a dream, or was it a premonition? I dreamt of when the first strike came, the capture of Kai, how it was precise, silent, and brutal. Adrian’s team moved like shadows, surrounding the sect’s hidden compound with the efficiency of predators. I clutched Kayla close as the doors were breached, the clash of movement and shouts echoing around us.

"Stay close. If I start looking at you like a snack again, hit me with that pipe." "I'll use the heavy end," she promised, her voice finally regaining its sharp, lethal edge. The first shifter lunged—a former scout named Kael. He was a blur of grey fur and violet light. I met him mid-air, not with a wolf's teeth, but with a man’s precision. I caught his throat, the black sludge of the infection burning my palms as I twisted, throwing him into the next two attackers like a ragdoll.

"But if you rely on the kinetic energy flowing through your armor, you are a mountain that moves!" He demonstrated a strike—a simple punch that utilized the spirit-thrusters in his gauntlets to break the sound barrier. The shockwave shattered a training dummy made of reinforced obsidian. "That is the Sovereign Strike," Caleb growled, his golden eyes blazing. "Learn it, and no Creator-class drone will ever touch your families again."

He slammed into the thick trunk of a large oak tree with a bone-shattering thud. Before the rogue could even try to recover, Kai was already there. He sank his fangs deep into the rogue's spine. With a brutal, sideways twist, he snapped the spinal cord in half. The rogue went completely limp. *Thanks,* I linked, shaking the blood from my coat. *Watch your left!* Kai yelled in my head.

"Pick it up. We’re going to try something. Don't look at me. Don't look at my eyes or my hands. Just... look at the air between us." I gripped the hilt, my knuckles white. Kai moved again, but this time, he wasn't holding back. He was a Beta, a high-ranking predator designed for war, and he was coming at me with the speed of a falling guillotine. The fracture happened again.

Kaia The first strike of the silver whip felt like a lightning bolt across my shoulders. The force of it arched my spine, jerking me toward the tree. I squeezed my eyes shut, a small cry breaking through my grit teeth as I tried to swallow the fire spreading over my skin. "That’s one," Thorne said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. The silver hissed through the air again, slithering like a snake. I pressed my face into the rough, scratchy bark, bracing for the next blow.

Kai’s approach to battle is brutal and fast. He rips through the first man like he was nothing more than ripping a piece of paper. “That one should count as two,” he yells at me. I scoff, “Just because you rip them in two doesn’t mean they count as two.”

The last thing we expected was for her to grab his dick, but she did, and his face reflected the pure torture he felt. She turned her hand, and he shot off her. Just looking at it made me hurt. The guys in the crowd gasped. She jumped on him and kept hitting him. He was almost in tears, and he tapped out. My jaw fell to the floor. Did he seriously just tap out? I hadn't seen him tap out once in all the time I have been here. This guy was almost as big a deal as Liam. The last guy only took her a second to take down. I mean, come on! A fly could take him down. The guy in charge announced her as Cobra. That actually does fit her fighting style. She has strong, sharp, and fast movements.

“So fucking hard already. You really are addicted to this, aren’t you?” “Yes, Sir,” Marc rasped, voice hoarse with need. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock all the way here.” Kai picked up the leather paddle from the table. He tapped it against his palm once, the sound making Marc’s hole clench. “Ten strokes,” Kai said calmly. “You’re going to count them. If you miss one, we start over. Understood?” “Yes, Sir.” The first strike landed hard across Marc’s left ass cheek, a sharp, stinging crack that made him jolt forward. “One!”