Fairy Tail Strike Back Novels & Stories

He reached out slowly and pressed the cold blade against my belly. I froze. “Let’s see if your baby likes the truth too.” His hand was steady, the knife grazing my skin. And then—he paused. Right there. That tiny moment of stillness was all I needed. I gripped the bat tighter and swung it. Hard. But I missed. The bat whooshed past his face and hit the wall instead. His eyes widened. Then darkened. “You bitch,” he spat. “How dare you?”

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

He loathed that name with a passion he could not explain. "The next strike will take your life. That is all," Alfredo declared, his tone frigid. He still had not moved a muscle, controlling Firefly by will alone. The air suddenly snapped like a tightened string breaking apart, followed by a streak that tore through the sky, slicing straight toward Sheena. Alfredo knew that anyone below the rank of a martial emperor would be reduced to nothing but a mist of blood under that strike. Even those above would be cleaved cleanly in half.

Instead, as he lunged forward, I gathered every ounce of strength in my body and slammed my open palm directly across his face. SLAP! The force of the strike sent his head snapping to the side. His chest heaved violently as he glared at me, utterly shocked by my audacity. I had actually struck him. "You absolute bitch! You dare raise your hand to me?!" he roared, rearing his own heavy hand back, ready to deliver a devastating blow. I didn't flinch. I stood my ground, staring him down, daring him to strike me in public. Dorian’s hand never came down, because in that exact second, a massive, shadowed fist slammed into the side of his face with devastating power, sending him stumbling wildly ba

Alaric said, but his voice still carried the rasp of a man who'd been half dead moments earlier. "Do you?" Bastian's eyes flicked between the two of us, something calculating working behind his expression now. "Or is that just borrowed time from whatever your little healer just sacrificed to buy it?" Alaric didn't answer,but the tightening of his jaw told me the accusation had landed exactly where Bastian intended it to. "What the hell are you waiting for?" one of his fighters shouted from somewhere near the retreating ranks. "Bastian, finish this or fall back!" Bastian didn't look away from Alaric, some old, brutal calculation running behind his scarred features. "One strike. That's all it

“And since when are you on a first-name basis with my boyfriend? Most people approaching him for an autograph address him as Mr.Tate. So, tell me again what exactly you were hoping to get from him?” The girl’s entire body stiffened and turned red with embarrassment, but I could see the hatred in her eyes. She turned on her heels and stalked off in the direction of the exit, and much to my delight, crashed into a waiter carrying a tray full of breakfast plates. The sight of her, covered in eggs and what looked like gravy, was captured on phones throughout the restaurant. That’s what I call karma.

“The final collapse begins.” Silence. Elaine stared blankly. Final collapse. No more resets. No more timelines. Just the end. Thunderous cracking echoed through the tunnel again. Then suddenly— A figure appeared ahead through the flashing red lights. Lily. She ran toward them breathlessly, pale and shaking. The moment she reached them— She slapped Adrian across the face. Hard. Elaine blinked. Even Adrian looked mildly surprised. “You idiot!” Lily shouted. Her voice cracked violently. “I told you this would happen!”

The slap came before she could finish. Sharp. Echoing. Final. — Silea’s head snapped to the side. The room fell into silence. Her cheek burned— The sting immediate. But the shock— Worse. Much worse. Slowly— She turned back. Eyes wide. Disbelieving. “You… hit me?” she whispered. Owen’s chest heaved. For a split second— Something like hesitation flickered. Then it vanished. Replaced by pure frustration. "Is it the first time? Don't you remember the before one? Should I remind you?! You lied about the pregnancy and I forgave you.... I thought you had resources under you but I think that was my mistake! "

If I hadn't pester my parents for support, James wouldn't have had the startup capital for his second business. Now that Sophia's husband was dead, she remembered James, a successful man from her past. I thought James had more sense, but when Sophia mentioned nude cycling, he jumped at the chance. I stepped up to James and raised my hand, ready to slap him. But he caught my hand mid-swing and raised his other hand to strike me. My cheek instantly swelled, and I spat out a mouthful of blood. As he prepared to hit me again, I pulled out my phone to call the police.