Cobra Kai Strike First Strike Hard Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

A striker rather than a grappler. "Weapons now," said Kade. He tossed each of us a training staff. "Same rules. First to land three clean hits wins." Tomas didn't wait until I was ready. He attacked the moment he had his staff — fast combinations that put me immediately on the defensive. He was skilled. Very skilled. His strikes came from angles I barely saw coming. Within thirty seconds he had landed the first hit — a sharp crack against my ribs that made me gasp. The crowd murmured approvingly.

Elise stumbled away from the strike, her heart pounding. The attacker was dressed head to toe in black, face covered, movements silent and precise. Trained. Efficient. Sent for one purpose. To kill. Kai didn’t hesitate—his body moved before his mind did. He lunged forward, steel clashing violently in the storm. The assassin parried, ducked, and struck low, forcing Kai to block with his forearm. Elise heard the dull thud and hissed breath as Kai absorbed the blow. “Kai!” she called out.

“If you make this difficult, I’ll make it expensive.” Kai didn’t look away from the advancing line. “You always confuse compliance with consent.” Damon chuckled. “And you always mistook proximity for influence.” The first guard lunged. Kai moved. The corridor exploded into motion. A sharp crack rang out as Kai struck, twisting the guard’s arm, wrenching the weapon free. Another rushed him from the side. Kai pivoted, fast and brutal, driving an elbow into the man’s throat. Elara barely had time to register it.

“All that power… unleashed. And soon… unstoppable.” Aiden gritted his teeth. “We stop it. Tonight. No excuses.” --- The First Strike Luca’s white-hot aura surged outward. Cars flew into the air like toys, streetlights twisted and shattered, and a section of the asphalt split into jagged teeth. Aiden leapt onto the nearest debris, trying to get closer. “Focus, Luca!” Aiden shouted. “Remember who you are! Remember us!” Inside the chaos, a glimmer of recognition flickered. Aiden saw Luca’s eyes flash blue, just for a heartbeat, before the white-hot storm swallowed them again.

Her head was still turned to the side from the force of my hand, and I could see her pale skin already blooming into a bright red color beneath the shape of my handprint. Kai was the first person to break the silence. “What the hell is wrong with you—” he started to shout. His eyes were wide with a mix of shock and anger as he took a quick step toward me. But before the words could even finish leaving his mouth, I turned my body and slapped him too. It was a hard, solid hit. His head snapped to the side just like Stella's had. The sound of my hand hitting his face was just as loud and just as final as the first one.

Now that future had a price tag written in another pack’s code. Night fell. The strike team assembled at the eastern gate. Riven checked the straps on Kai’s gear himself, then settled a second knife at his belt and closed both hands around Kai’s face. “You stay in my shadow,” he said. “You use the blades if anyone reaches for you. And when we find the ones who thought they could purchase a claimed Omega, you watch what I do to them.” Kai nodded once. The resistance that still lived inside him felt smaller against the cold reality of what waited three days east.

I said, still fighting the stupid metal piece. Kai chuckled and walked toward me, his chest bare as he had already taken his shirt off when we entered our suite. His eyes met mine through the mirror before he stood behind me. Our eyes locked for a moment, and I couldn’t help but blush when I saw his gentle gaze on mine before he looked down at my back. He slowly pulled it down for me, his finger brushing over my skin gently, making goosebumps rise over my body as the mating bond felt stronger than it had ever been.

"Lesson three: Know your limits, ass hole." Victor roared in frustration and charged at her, swinging wildly. Kira sidestepped his attacks with ease, landing blow after blow on his torso and face. Her fists moved like lightning, each strike calculated and devastating. Victor's face became a bloody mess, his body battered and bruised. "Is that all you've got?" Kira sneered, delivering a powerful kick to his knee, sending him crashing to the ground. She didn't give him a moment to recover, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him slightly before slamming him back down.

“If you can disrespect ladies, you don’t even know then I’m sure you would be even worse to the ones that you do know. Next time, you come down this street stay away from my house our I’ll make sure to sock you again.” The boy she hit in the face covered his mouth. Demi burst his lip with one punch. He was embarrassed and upset that she did that. He started to raise his hand to hit her back. Demi wasn’t afraid of him. She stood there daring him to hit her. The taller boy had been watching her with interest. When his friend tried to race his hand to hit her, he grabbed his arm, speaking in an almost quiet voice. “You shouldn’t hit girls.” His friend still had his mouth covered as he tried to