Cobra Kai Strike First Strike Hard No Mercy Novels & Stories

I was out of bullets. Her eyes light up once she notices it, and she lunges at me. I sigh and step to the side, slamming the gun into the back of her head. She groans, swinging her hands and managing to hit my stomach. I grab both her arms and headbutt her, leaving her momentarily stunned. Before she could attempt anything else, I deliver a roundhouse kick that sends her to the floor. Her head comes into contact with a large rock, and I hear a satisfying crack. Kayden walks towards me, shirtless and wearing the pants of a dead rebel.

the first man said. “I pictured her a little more … fleshy. Wrath’s a big guy,” the man said and sniggered. “My name is King and I’m the president of the Night Stalkers. If you behave yourself, you won’t be hurt too much. Wrath has a lot to pay for.” She had no idea where the courage came from, but she couldn’t stop the words spilling out of her mouth, maybe she didn’t want to. “And yet you’re punishing him by scaring a little boy and threatening a woman. How manly of you.”

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.

I snap, the anger shifting inward at my own lack of dominance. Surging back to his feet in a single fluid motion, his palm cracks across my jawline. “Do not address me by that name, Kai Mercer.” He articulates my full title, his voice cutting through the steam like a razor. “Ca—” His hand connects with the opposite side of my face with a sickening slap. I seize his chin in a vise grip, my emerald eyes narrowing to lethal slits as I pin him in place. A flash of pure, unadulterated dominance crosses his beautiful, battered features, and I loathe the reality that my immediate instinct is to break that expression entirely off his face.

"How dare you hit me! I'm going to kill you!" However, the strength difference between men and women was obvious. Terence quickly restrained her. The sound of her bone snapping echoed in the garden. Bethany cried out in pain. "My hand! My hand is broken!" He spoke coldly. "I remember you used that left hand to cut the rope back then. If I can't send you to hell to meet her, then I'll make sure your left hand can't hurt anyone else." She broke out in a sweat from the pain.

His golden wolf eyes were burning, soaked in rage so intense that even the forest seemed to recoil from it. “How dare you!” Before the stranger could gather his courage or attempt escape, Kieran crossed the distance between them in a single, lethal stride. His fist slammed over the man’s face with brutal force, echoing through the clearing. A sickening thud rang through the entire forest as another solid kick landed on his belly the next second. The stranger’s body lifted off the ground and was hurled backward as though struck by a battering ram. “AHHH….”

His eyes blazed, glowing with an intensity that made my fear momentarily dissolve into awe. Without hesitation, he rushed forward and planted himself in front of me, “Let her go!” he roared, his voice echoing like thunder. In an instant, he struck. Two of the armed men fell under his speed and strength, subdued in just a few fluid moves. He lifted one, tossing him aside effortlessly, while the other he slammed into his chest, leaving him crumpled and almost unconscious. The sheer force of Kael’s attack left me staring, frozen, heart hammering in disbelief.

I forced my mind back to the mission. “Stay back,” Kain told her, his voice hard. She did not listen. Of course she did not. She looked scared, but also stubborn. Brave or stupid, it did not matter for our job. He came at us first, and that was better for us. The fight was fast and hard. He was quick, quicker than most wolves I had seen in years. His punches were clean and meant to kill. He hit Raze hard enough to break his bones if Raze had been human.

“Reason my ass! Get out of my sight.” The first hit fell. Kael groaned, I gasped and turned around. He raised it again. Kael wasn't in the right frame of mind. Hitting him like a thief will only push him towards those criminal friends of his who pretend to give him a safe place while actually draining him. I threw myself atop him. Kael stiffened beneath me. On my back, the first blow fell, heavy and mercilessly, enough to rattle my bones. The second, third, fourth, and fifth hit fell. Kael tried to shake me off, but I only tightened my arm around him.

Even in the world of illegal fights, he was untouchable. The bell rang, and the fight exploded into motion. His opponent came at him fast, a mountain of muscle and aggression. Kane barely blinked. He danced around the strikes with terrifying ease, his movements almost lazy. He wasn't just strong; he was precise. Calculated. And when he finally threw his first punch a devastating right hook it landed with a sickening crunch. His opponent staggered. Blood. Broken nose. A moment of hesitation. Kane grinned. A predator sensing the kill.