Deku Punching Novels & Stories

“I don’t recommend taunting us.” Luc’s voice sounded strained. She wriggled again, and flashed him a come-hither smile. He hissed in a breath. “I’ll stop taunting if you’ll start fucking.” “Deal,” Deke growled, even as he eased back—then plunged forward in a killer stroke, punctuated by a little pinch of her clit.

He threw a powerful punch aimed at her face. But Dika was much faster. She ducked under his punch easily and swept her leg out, trying to knock his feet out from under him. Ruben jumped over her leg and countered with a spinning kick. His foot came dangerously close to Dika's head, but she leaned back at the last second and his kick missed by inches. The crowd gasped and cheered. Dika rolled backward and popped back up to her feet smoothly. "Is that the best you can do?" she taunted.

“You were the one to start this any way.” “Fine.” Derek stood tall as if he was about to take some copper candy. Lionel Frank stood beside him. Without further ado, Killian unleashed a flurry of precise punches, each landing on the faces of the werewolf boys with poetic justice. The symphony of thuds echoed in the night, punctuating the air with the sweet sound of revenge. I watched with a mixture of amusement and approval, occasionally nodding in agreement as Killian delivered each punch. "That's for Richard," he'd say, landing a punch. "And that's for the lack of manners," another punch followed.

Derek jeered, landing a kick to Rufus's knee. The blow sent Rufus crashing to the ground, and Derek aimed to strike him with his sword, but Rufus was quick to defend himself once again. Derek retaliated with a punch to Rufus's face, causing him to lose grip on his sword. Rufus's back was dangerously close to the ground, but he refused to let that happen. No one had ever managed to take him down like that. The crowd began to murmur, puzzled by the sight of the Alpha in the hood appearing so vulnerable.

Percy’s POV: Declan might be bigger than me, in body size, and he might look more intimidating, but he had the fighting skill of a nine year old kid. He swinged at me and I was able to dodge his punch. He came again at me with a right hook and I dodged that just as easily. With every punch that he threw and I dodged, Declan grew more furious and when he finally managed to land a punch because I wanted to avoid bumping into Latricia who stood frozen by the desk, he had the guts to smirk.

Dex ducked under it and drove his elbow into his ribs, hearing a satisfying crack. “You fucker.” he growled, grabbing Dex by the collar and slamming him against the wall. Dex headbutted him hard, breaking free from his grip. More blood spilled and it only edged Dex on. He watched as the guy wiped blood from his mouth and lunged again. The two men crashed together in a brutal fistfight, fists flying as bullets continued to fly around them. Dex threw a hard right hook that connected with his jaw, sending him stumbling. Again, he recovered fast and tackled Dex to the ground, the two of them rolling across the dirty floor, hitting each other.

Elijah. He was hammering into a training dummy relentlessly without stop. His punches came quick and brutal, each one landing with a sharp thud that echoed across the clearing. His shirt clung to him due to the accumulated sweat, and the dummy looked one hit away from being destroyed. And mind you, it’s not the typical dummy you see, it’s size is comparable to the width of a freaking tree!

His tone grew even more arrogant. Smack! However, the next moment, Renault swung his hand and landed a resounding slap. The tremendous force sent Deacon flying, and he crashed into a nearby table. The loud smash clearly echoed of ridicule.

Instantly when the blow landed, Duke Kanderson was sent flying with a loud bang. "What the!!……". (Duke Kanderson) Just as he realized what just happened, after rolling on the ground a dozen times and finally stopped. He tried to gather his bearing, but before he even got a chance. General Bina already standing in front of him, She Stomped on his sword, and with her right leg she brought down a chop kick on the back of Duke Kanderson head. The blow was so strong that it buried Duke head on the ground and even made a crater on the ground.

Peyton's stance was grounded and defensive, ready to deflect and protect. The room echoed with the grunts and thuds of their collision. Carver swung another heavy punch, but Peyton, anticipating the move, ducked and countered with an elbow jab to Carver's midriff. Air whooshed out of Carver, but he wasn't down yet. With gritted teeth, he retaliated, aiming a hook for Peyton's jaw.