I Cast Fist Novels & Stories

I gritted my teeth in anger while my right palm formed into fist. Pissed to the very core of me, I brought my fist up, landing it on his face.

Moaning as he pushes himself up, he fails and falls flat against the floor. "Stay down," I say, walking up to him. Raising my foot, I'm about to stomp my foot on him but as I shoot down my foot, someone tackles me. While I fall to the floor, the person flips through the air before landing on her hand and then on her feet. "Leave him alone," Ms. Justice shouts, bringing up her shield. "I will," I answer, "But he won't." I point at the cannon on the Iron Fist as it powers up once more. Red energy crackles as the Iron Fist aims at Silent.

His reputation would bite the dust if he failed to take the priest down! The priest continued, "I hope you repent…" "Repent, my ass! I'll slaughter you with my bare hands!" The priest seemed to have lost his patience as he said in an icy tone, "You arrogant, stubborn twat! I'm going to teach you a lesson! "Tempest Fist!" The priest extended his fist, bringing with it a strong current of energy. Then, colorful glints of light flickered at the tip of his fist, forming an imaginary fist.

Uncle Jax says. I glare at him, thinking about what he's saying. I slam my fist into the wall, letting out a loud roar, causing the pictures on the wall to shake, threatening to fall. I continue to slam my fist against the wall over and over until it gives away and my hand goes through the thick Sheetrock of the wall.

Still without a plan on what to do. She abandoned the ice that was freezing the ground as she went on the offence. Kieran aimed his knifes at every part of her body. They met ice and she crashed through that breathing out a storm. Kieran teleported out of there and she turned around immediately, throwing her fist immediately which Kieran caught with a fist full of flame. “Your signature ice fists” he said with a smile. “You can still stop this”. “I don’t intend to”.

Before I even know what I'm doing, I'm moving. The first guy doesn't even see me coming. My fist cracks against his jaw—bone on bone, a sick thud—and he drops like a sack of bricks. The second one lunges, but I slam an elbow into his ribs, feel the breath leave his lungs, and hurl him against the wall. Gasps erupt. Phones lift. Recording. Always recording. Hartland's smirk falters when he sees me. He tries to stand, to say something, but my fist collides with his face before he can.

" With that, she played the very video that had sealed my fate in my previous life. In the footage, I was in a heated argument with Pierre, who was wearing a hospital gown. Both of our faces were flushed with anger. At the end of the video, the line "Why aren't you dead yet?" echoed hollowly down the empty corridor.

I fisted on a pair of gloves and geared myself up. The first image to come to mind was Giovanni, cuffed and leaving me in our gravel driveway. My fist slammed into the red material. The second thought was Veronica and her perfect red lips. A combination of Giovanni’s words about new allies and Vinnie’s about the Rodriguez family, blurred together in a bitter cocktail and fuelled the next punch that I threw into the bag.

Damien’s P.O.V “What the hell?” Felix hissed, stepping back, his face twisted in confusion. I could feel the tension crackling in the air, heavy and electric. Felix was staring at Castiel as if he had just grown two heads. He had just thrown a punch—one of those brutal, bone-crushing punches that should have broken anyone in half. But Castiel was standing there, barely even moving, his hand gripping Felix’s fist with such ease it was almost laughable.

Again this question arises in my mind. Fina, lately I decided I will hand this tray to him first and run before he says something. Hmm, a good idea. I will hand him this tray. If he holds the tray he won't be able to cache me. After thinking for five minutes I gathered all my strength. I curled my fingers into a fist. Biting my lower lip I raised my hand to knock it with all my strength. My fist was about to touch the door when it suddenly opened and my Fist landed on his head. “Ouch,” came his angry voice. Oh shit, I'm doomed now.