Cobra Kai Strike First Strike Hard Novels & Stories

"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."

My wrist popped out of his grasp instantly. "Good," Kade said, stepping forward again to close the distance between us. "Now do it again, but this time, you need to follow the immediate release with a direct strike to a vulnerable area. You hit the throat, the eyes, or the groin, and then you run."

were just beginnings. Across from him, Kade. All darkness wrapped in elegance. No shirt either. Just loose black trousers, blood-colored thread spiraling down his legs like smoke. His body was leaner, his rage quieter. But his smirk burned hotter. They didn’t speak. Didn’t bow. Didn’t even blink at each other. Just moved. Like gods made of teeth and bone and pride. The first strike wasn’t announced—it exploded. Roger lunged first, and Kade dodged, fluid as a shadow. They collided in the center of the circle with a sound that was all skin, grit, and growl.

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.

“Kael.” His jaw pivots just in time to intercept the explosive trajectory of my fist before the bone makes lethal contact straight against his facial structure. “Fuck!” His heavy palm immediately clamps down to mask his shattered jawline. “Fuck your lineage, fucking Kael.” “Negative, fuck your rogue animal. The strike was entirely earned.” I execute a hard shake of my knuckles, attempting to suppress the sharp spike of agony vibrating up my own forearm, an exercise that requires minimal output because the carnal satisfaction of the impact completely outweighs the physical damage.

Instead, Kendrick pushed me behind him, shielding me completely. “She’s mine. I won’t let you near her.” Kaiden’s canines flashed. “Then you’ll have to kill me.” “Oh Trust me that can be arranged” Kendrick humored. The tension shattered into raw fury. They lunged. “No—!” I cried, but they didn’t hear me. Kaiden struck first, and Kendrick met him head-on. They crashed into each other with a thunderous growl, tumbling into the wall behind them. Glass shattered. Stone cracked.

I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me. He said, "It looks like she's still being stubborn. In that case, there's no need to hold back anymore—let's make sure she gives in this time!" Jared then ordered the bodyguards to drag me over the sink. He then yanked the power cord off the switch. With a sinister grin, he taunted, "Guess what would happen if I toss this into the water? You'll find out soon enough—bet it'll feel nice." Despite being left with no strength to struggle, I still felt fear flooding my mind. I was terrified of dying here for no reason.

“Good boy.” His men backed away, forming a circle of death around them. Alejandro loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves. Dino cracked his knuckles. This had been building for years. No guns. No excuses. Only fists. Only blood. The moment Alejandro lunged, the world exploded. --- The First Strike Alejandro swung—fast, precise. Dino dodged, countering with a brutal strike to the ribs. Alejandro grunted but didn’t falter. He was strong. Trained. Deadly.

“No. We negotiate. Use Marco as leverage, get their leader to talk. A strike’s too risky—they’ll retaliate harder.” Their eyes clashed, a familiar battle of wills. Kai stepped closer, his voice low, intense. “We don’t negotiate with snakes. We cut their heads off.” She didn’t flinch, her chin tilting. “And lose half our people? Think, Kai. We’re smarter than this.”

My mother explains almost bitterly. I scoff inwardly. He's quite persistent, isn't he? Just like his fucking mother! They never know when to stop. I clench my fist tighter to control the rage simmering inside of me. “If that is the case, then we can't sit back and wait anymore. We have to strike.’’ “What… How?’’ My mother turns to me quickly, alarmed. I hate how frightened she always get when the topic becomes about confronting Klein. She had even suggested turning down the first ever invitation we received from the Council–an invitation to this year's Alphas ceremony–claiming it was a way to put on airs for the council.