Fairy Tail Strike Back Novels & Stories

Magno fell to the ground, just like Valentina had that day. Lorita completely lost it, clawing and hitting Domenico. "You only have yourself to blame for this! Do you think Valentina will ever come back? There's no way! If I were her, I wouldn't want you either! Domenico, you've only got me and Magno now. Deal with it!"

My eyes burned red, but I stubbornly refused to cry. The wrist he had squeezed was already turning purple, trembling uncontrollably. Yet no one stepped in. All I heard were waves of mocking laughter echoing around me. After enjoying the chaos, Fiona seized the moment. She quickly grabbed Leo’s small hand and dragged him toward an ink pad nearby. “Stop!” Reacting on instinct, I ignored the pain in my body and slapped her hand away. The absurd contract flew into the air and tore cleanly in two. Leo finally snapped out of it. He clutched his sore wrist and whimpered softly in fright.

The bond ignited. Stronger than ever before. Not overwhelming. Not controlling. Supporting. Balancing. Ronan inhaled sharply. His strength returned—not fully— But enough. Garrick’s strike came down. Ronan moved. Fast. Too fast. He caught Garrick’s arm mid-strike— Twisted— And drove him into the ground with a force that shook the entire ridge. The impact echoed like thunder. Before Garrick could recover— Ronan’s claws were at his throat. Silence.

He was overpowering me. A punch landed hard against my ribs. Another across my jaw. Each hit heavier than the last. Until… He struck again. And I staggered back. But I didn’t fall. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. With a roar, I surged forward again, slamming my head into his stomach, forcing him back a step before my claws burst out, slicing across his face. “RETURN MY LUNA!” I roared, my voice breaking rage and fury For the first time… Cassius’s expression shifted.

“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.

Maya snarled and attacked again. This time, I didn’t dodge. I stepped into her strike, catching her wrist with one hand and slamming the sharp end of my broken staff into her abdomen with the other. She gasped. The impact sent another shockwave through her body and her knees bent beneath her. She staggered back. Around us, murmurs and whispers filled the air as the audience processed what had just happened. I straightened, rolling my shoulders as I gazed down at her. “One strike,” I murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. “And you’re already struggling.”

Liam boasted proudly, "See that? Zara can perform the Melodic Strike at such a young age. Can you do that? If not, then just leave already!" Felix frowned, finding Liam's constant flattery extremely irritating. He didn't bother to waste another word. With a flick of his hand, he also sent out a silver needle, producing the same clear, resonating sound. This time, Liam's expression changed. He hadn't expected Felix to be capable of making the needle sing too. Still, Zara remained calm, her expression unchanged. She simply said, "Besides me, you're the third person among us nine who can perform the Melodic Strike. Let's continue!"

At Liam's words, Grandma Lily looked around in confusion. Then her gaze fell on the bandaged guy and she almost fainted. Mary caught her in time to stop the old woman from staggering backward. As the servants' voices rose in the atmosphere and the sound of the water truck echoed from a distance, Grandma Lily's scream was more prominent. “Who the hell did this to my precious Grandson?” “It's an eye for an eye, Grandma…” Daryl smiled at her. “Big Bro inflicted pain on me physically, so it's normal I revenge, right?”

He stumbled backward, his claws releasing their grip on my shoulders. I took advantage of the distraction, using all my strength to push myself to my feet. I towered over the young warrior, my eyes blazing with fury. "You should have stayed out of this, pup," I snarled, my voice low and menacing. The young warrior looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and recognition. He knew that he was no match for me, not now that I had revealed my true identity. With a swift movement, I struck out at him, my claws slicing through the air with deadly precision. The young warrior tried to defend himself, but it was too late. My claws struck true, and he fell to the ground, defeated.

Time felt as if it had slowed down when Spruceleaf watched the Tribe cats regroup. The battle had been quick and painful. She could still feel the sting of a Tribe cat's claws from where they tried pinning her down and delivering a final blow. It was only thanks to Strike that she had survived that attack. Seeing the tabby now, she noticed that he looked as if he'd suffered the most injuries. She glanced at Stormshadow and Flamestrike warily when she noticed they were all sitting together with Oakfire.