I Cast Fist Novels & Stories

“I told you I'm fast…” I land an unsuspecting blow on her lips, shutting her up before she can finish that stupid statement of hers. She staggers backwards, trying to gain her balance and when she looks at me again, her eyes are dark with rage and her lips are bleeding. I smirk at her. She comes at me angrily, swinging her right fist before my face thoughtlessly. I block the punch with my left hand and duck down, ‘my eyes locate her exposed ribs and I don't hesitate to drive my right fist into it. She howls in pain as she comes flying a few meters away before dropping to the ground with a loud thud and for a moment, I'm shocked at what I've done

Chunks' face contorted with anger, and he yelled, "How dare you gesture with your hands when 'The Fist God' is asking you a question?!" The burly man charged forward, his fists clenched and his muscles bulging, causing Madame Agnes to tense up.

“W-What are you thinking?” “Oh, come on, Celeste. You started this. So…” he composed himself and started to unbuckle his belt, making me rush towards him, stopping him from doing it. “What the hell are you thinking?!” I yelled. Silence filled in for a few moments, and afterward, it was cracked by Elias’s booming laughter. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist. Out of rage, I stood up and threw a punch at him, but to my surprise, he caught my fist with his left hand.

He didn't protest "Not going to fight back." He tells Jose who wasn't trusting him "Better not." I say stretching my hand that hurt and he seemed unbothered "Babe when you want to punch you don't fold your thumb in it will break so..." Jose shows me how to fold my hand in a fist, Chris you got hell coming over trust me, gathering the last ounce of energy left in me l throw a punch right to his square jaw and this time it did have an impact. "Fuck," he swears holding his jaw that devilish smirk wiped away.

“In a few hours, I'll give you a full report before we move forward.” To say I was shocked by Castro's confession would be a massive understatement. I found his story unbelievable, but slept through it, unaffected by the anticipated shaking from Castro's anger. I saw my best friend's anger firsthand when Josefina betrayed him. When Castro's anger erupted, he was an unstoppable force; his heart hardened, blackened by rage. All the pack members were frightened by it, I can still remember that day during training when the dark clouds gathered. During our training, the final exercise involved sparring; Castro faced off against Dustin, our top warrior. Things were going smoothly in the battle; ho

He approaches Adrian and grips his arm tightly. His heavy breathing makes Adrian feel strange, and he peeks a little. Adrian screams and struggles when he sees the man's fangs close to his neck. "What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!" shouts Adrian. "Calm down! You will ruin this ritual, Adrian. We need your blood for you to get what I said!" The man's grip is tight, but Adrian doesn't stop there. When the fangs are about to be directed again, Adrian swings his hand and lands a punch in the man's face. The grip is released, and Adrian kicks the man in the crotch.

"There?" Callie moved. She twisted her body with every ounce of strength she had, pulling her fist back. Power surged through her, hot and bright and fierce, gathering in her hand until flames erupted around her knuckles. She threw the punch with everything she had, catching Kael right in the stomach. The burst of fire exploded outward on impact.

he told her, in an even tone. He glanced down at her hand, tucking her fingers in and positioning her thumb over her middle finger. “That’s how you make a fist when you want to punch someone. You might break your thumb if you fold it in and I’d hate to see you lose your job and have a cast on your thumb at the same time.” His eyes met her with a deadpanned stare. “Give it all you’ve got, Eveline Storm. You might want to aim for his stitches. Because my brother isn’t going to give you a second chance to get him if you lose this round.”

In that instant, a few cousins who had received Dad's favor in the past stood up, rolled up their sleeves, and walked toward Jean and me. "You should just do as your father says and cut it out, Weston." "You should have yourself checked at the hospital. It's for your own good." "It's the New Year, for God's sake! It's not right for us to resort to violence!" They reached for my arms, trying to get a hold of me. Jean stepped in front of me, landing a punch square on the leading cousin's nose. "I'll see who among you dares to move against him!" That cousin cried out in pain as blood sprayed from his nose.

Those words were laced with a command, I guess I will be practicing celibacy for the foreseeable. I throw my elbow back into his ribcage. "I told you, to never to touch me again" The back of his hand strikes my face. I stumble for a moment but leap in the air. On the descent, my fist connects with his right cheekbone. His head moves down with the impact and I drive my knee up into to the left side of his face, in one quick motion.