Cobra Kai Strike First Strike Hard Novels & Stories

The blunt end of my blade connects with his ribs and he lets out a grunt, retreating. Kai steps out from behind a tree, clapping slowly. “Not bad.” I pant, lowering my weapons for a second. “You coming too?” He nods, expression softening. “You ready?” “No.” He laughs. “Honest. I like that.” And then he’s on me. Kai fights differently - more calculated, almost… gentle. He doesn’t go for the kill, he tests me with every move. Parry. Twist. Sidestep. His strikes are near misses, always giving me a window to respond.

--- The first strike The shadows lunged before she could move. Three of them, out of the trees. Asher slammed into one with the chair leg still gripped in his fist. The crack of bone — or whatever passed for it — split the night. The thing shrieked, smoke pouring from the wound. Kaia caught another, steel through its neck in one clean arc. It dropped, twitching, shadow leaking out like oil. The third went for me. I shoved the kid aside and brought the nail up. It wasn’t much. Just a bit of rusted iron torn from a shelf. But when I jammed it into the thing’s face, it screamed like I’d driven fire through it.

Kai POV I whirled on the balls of my feet, kicking up dirt, bringing my sword down in an overhand chop. The first man cursed as my sword clanged against his, teeth biting into teeth, my superior strength pushing his sword downward. I punished him with two more heavy strikes, like I'm cutting oak. His eyes widened, and sweat dribbled down his face. I could smell his fear, could feel it pumping through his body like blood. I landed another strike, but I soon have to engage to face off my other two attackers.

“I bring justice.” Without further challenge, they launched into violence. The first blow cracked the night like thunder: Kael’s fist slamming into Rhorek’s ribs, splintering bone beneath fur. Rhorek staggered only for a heartbeat, then pivoted, half-shifting into wolf form as claws shredded Kael’s tunic and tore open his chest.

He stared straight at me, and I stared right back. A rogue charged at Aster before he could take full stock of the scene. But before the bastard could strike, I let one of my knives fly. It buried itself in his skull with a sickening thud. He collapsed instantly, his eyes wide and lifeless. The battlefield exploded into chaos. More rogues swarmed toward us, but they didn’t live long. I cut them down one by one, cold and precise. Aster moved like a storm beside me, slamming into their leader with bone-shattering force.

Kane ate me through two orgasms before climbing on top and slamming into me. “My perfect greedy whore,” he groaned as he fucked me hard. “Letting them fill you just so you can help me destroy them. You’re going to watch me burn their entire world down while my cock is buried inside you.” I came again screaming, my nails digging into his back. We spent the whole night planning the next big strike. A strike that would hurt them where it really counted. And then, just as Kane was about to cum inside me again, my phone lit up on the nightstand.

We moved at once. Draven reached her first. The hybrid struck with brutal efficiency, his power layered and unpredictable as he forced Batista back across the inner ring. She countered instantly, redirecting his momentum with a precise spell that twisted his strike just enough to deflect it away from her core. She knew exactly how he fought. Kaia came in from the side. Storm wind roared as she closed the distance, her strike landing clean against Batista’s ribs and driving her back hard enough to crack the stone beneath her feet.

Around us, whispers started spreading like wildfire. “Oh no… they made him mad again,” I heard someone mutter. I could feel the tension in the air rising with every passing second. Kael stood upright, maintaining a firm and strong posture, exuding an authoritative aura that seemed to compress the area around him, making it both smaller and denser. He faced one of Lok’s followers, and my stomach knotted. My eyes grew large as I watched him raise his leg—and in a single swift movement, he struck the man in the knee.

One after the other, he launched his attacks at Ashton, but to his shock—even though he'd used the fullest extent of his power—he couldn't break through the protective barrier Ashton had formed. His strikes were like a gentle breeze hitting against a cliff, dissipating into nothing right away. He couldn't harm Ashton at all. His gaze darkened. Like a hungry beast, he gritted his teeth and roared. At the expense of hurting himself, he pushed himself to his absolute limit and shouted, "The 82-Replication Strike! Die, you!" This was his most powerful move, and also the last one he could make. Karl was certain that with this strike, Ashton would surely be killed and reduced to a bloody corpse.

I tell him. "Or you think you do" Kai says standing up, he rushes to me and begins changing direction, he was using a different technique and not giving me the room to calculate or divert it.. Now everywhere was noisy as the people were anxious of what would happen next and this made everything worse for me. He was aiming to kill me in his current attack and I was fast enough to divert it. Another thing I had to worry about was Roman not ending the match out of concern for me. I know he says three strikes but Roman isn't going to be patient, he is not going to sit and watch his mate being killed.