Cobra Kai Strike First Strike Hard Novels & Stories

“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!”

Not the pack. Not even me. The first trial: combat. Controlled, non-lethal, all very civilized on paper. Kai went first because of course he did. He fought the way he did everything, full throttle, emotional, like he was trying to burn through his own skin. He won in under two minutes. The crowd went wild, but he didn't care about them. His eyes locked on mine, and for just a second, I saw past the bravado. He wasn't showing off.

Instead, I waited—watched, observed. Kai was strong, yes. But he was also reckless. Overconfident. When he struck again, I avoided,slashing at his exposed flank. Blood sprayed onto the ground, and Kai roared with rage. Another opening—another strike. Gradually, I wore him down. But he was still stronger. He roared and rushed into me, tumbling me off my feet. I slammed into the ground, the impact of the fall shocking my bones. Before I could get up, he was on me, jaws snapping inches from my neck.

I looked at Sebastian one last time. Then I raised the dagger high — so everyone could see. The whole courtyard held its breath. And I slammed the blade down. Right into the ground beside Sebastian’s knee. The sound rang out through the stone. “No,” I said softly. Gasps filled the air. The crowd shifted. Shock rippled around us.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very earth, he sprang into action, his powerful limbs propelling him forward with terrifying speed. The first poacher barely had time to raise his weapon before he was knocked to the ground, his rifle clattering uselessly to the side. Kai's father was on him in an instant, massive jaws clamping down on the man's arm. The sound of bone crunching beneath the force of his bite made Kai's stomach churn. The man's scream, high-pitched and desperate, was quickly cut off as his head slammed into the dirt.

I was about to ask what he meant when a growl cut through the silence. Another followed, then another. The first rogue burst from the shadows, slamming into the ground between us. Kael didn’t hesitate… his Core flared red as he met the beast head-on. The air cracked with energy as he landed a heavy strike to its neck. Two more came next. I jumped back, forcing my Core to flicker just enough to knock one off balance without revealing its true color. My pulse hammered as Kael tore through the second rogue, gritting his teeth.

Every strike had intent behind it. He did not joke. He did not taunt. He did not bask in the appreciative noises from the small crowd of onlookers who had gathered along the fence. He simply worked. When Kael's fist finally connected with Orion's brow, opening a thin line of red that dripped down the side of his face, Orion didn't break stance. He wiped the blood away with the back of his wrist and reset his feet. "Enough," Kael said at last, breathing hard, a touch of pride in his eyes. "You'll drive them all into the ground if you keep at this pace."

Noah snarled at Nathan. "Never mind , just destroy him," said Kayla, suddenly attacking Nathan. Without any prompts. Noah stiffened. "Kayla, don't be careless," Noah shouted and immediately jumped up to grab Kayla. But Kayla had already launched her attack on Nathan. Nathan casually avoided Kayla's attack. "What are you waiting for, just kill this bastard," Kayla shouted angrily.

The strike would have injured them and left them unable to continue fighting. In fighting terms, the word for this was a “KO”, a knockout. However, Raiden was different because he was the best of the perfect-class master fighters. He would not be knocked out by Zayn’s attack so easily. He had reacted to the situation almost instantaneously and with the utmost precision.

We walked attentively towards her, and a slight smirk formed on my lips. Caleb threw the first punch just as we reached her, I swung my leg to kick at her knees, in an attempt to trip her. Coming in from different directions, I was sure one of us could land a hit. In one smooth motion, Kyra fell backward into a handstand, pulling her feet up and striking both of us squarely in the jaw.