I Cast Fist Novels & Stories

As their palms collided, Taylor's shadows dissipated under the onslaught of Alexander's blazing fist power. Despite Taylor's attempts to grab and fling Alexander away, Alexander swiftly transformed his fist into a palm, using a backhand strike to counter Taylor's grasp. With a sudden crouch, Alexander pulled Taylor toward him and delivered a ruthless headbutt to Taylor's nose—a simple yet effective street-fighting move.

My hand formed into a fist as I stormed into the kitchen, growling my anger. “What the fuck are you doing? Get the fuck away from her.” They both turned at the same time, jumping at the sound of my voice, my cousin almost falling backwards. I don’t give him any time to gather himself, I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him away from Eliana before throwing my fist into his fucking face.

Jake stormed his way towards me and I noticed his fists both clenched tightly in a way that it must've hurt. "You son of a bitch!" As soon as his words flew out of his mouth, he flung his fist on my face but I quickly dodged it and push his chest back with both hands while his two sidekick grabbed him back while Castillo struggles to aim another hit at me. Yay. Fun time. "What the fuck are you playing at Ryder?!" I smirked again. "Care to elaborate more Castillo?" I folded my arms across my chest and noticed TJ and Luke arriving by my sides.

Rage fills Cyrus and his hand squeezes tighter as he storms towards the bastard. "You piece of shit, you're going to pay for what you did to my best friend!" Cyrus growls and extends his claws as he straddles the bastard. Cyrus tunes out the screams and cries as they become louder when he extends his claws while drawing his hand back. He reaches forward and grabs the bastard's face, gripping it as hard as he can while shaking the asshole awake. He wants to look into his eyes when he pierces his chest.

Cassie stood aside and looked at the situation in front of her, feeling that she didn't need to do it herself. Besides, this SiTuYan ... is really keen on Jones Davis. 'I'm telling you, I'm a bully in San Francisco. If you offend me, the people behind me won't let you go.' The man rolled and crawled and stood up, pointing to the tip of his nose and saying word for word. 'Who are you pointing your hand at?' Stuart grabbed his fingertips with lightning speed, and then forced a curl. A clear and crisp sound of cracking came, and the man's finger broke off directly.

My eyes widened. “I did it!” He looked at me. Then at his shoulder. Then back at me. A slow smile appeared. “You did.” I couldn't stop myself from smiling. “Finally!” I raised both fists triumphantly. “I beat Commander Apollo!” “You didn't beat me. You got one hit.” My smile disappeared. “That counts.” “It doesn't.” “It absolutely counts.” He shook his head. “You're impossible.” “And you're annoying.” He smiled. “Good night, Beau.” I blinked.

“Will you continue to be nice to your brother?” Her hair was contained in a low bun at the nape of her neck, and she’d decorated her eyelids with a shimmering gold powder that highlighted the subtle stitching in the dress I’d requested for her. Her lips? Blood red, perfectly outlined. It was all Enzo could do not to ruin them, pressing his mouth against hers. Smearing that color across their faces. Fuck it. “I am my brother’s greatest ally,” he said finally, to break the silence, long after the driver had continued on his path. “You should know that about me.”

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, sweetie. I am right here to fuck you. And make no mistake, I don't mean I am going to fuck you up. I am literally going to fuck you." As her face hovered dangerously close, completely filled with arrogant confidence, a spark of pure survival instinct exploded in my chest. While she was busy running her mouth, I tightly clenched my right hand into a solid, heavy fist, pulling it back against the dirt. With every ounce of strength left in my body, I swung upward, driving my fist straight into the center of her nose with a sickening, heavy thud.

“Come on, high five.” Greg shook his head with a mischievous grin. “No, Mommy. We mafia no longer do high five. We do knuckles. Knuckles fisting.” I laughed through fresh tears. “Okay, let’s go. Let’s hit the knuckles.” Our fists met in a gentle bump. I hugged him so tight I never wanted to let go, my heart overflowing. Then my eyes lifted, and fixed on a figure approaching from outside. My mouth fell open slightly. “Jamal…?”

I can’t hear them from here, but Lysandra looks like she’s intimidating Eira again. I sigh, turning back to Kael. “Yes, can I watch again tomorrow? I like this one you did.” He puts his tiny hands into fists and gently nudges my cheek. “That’s called a punch.” I chuckle, pushing his tiny thumb into the fist. “And that’s how to make a proper fist.” His thumb juts out again. “Why? I like this way better.” “You can break your finger if you put it that way.” “Oh.” His eyes widen, cheeks flushing. He tucks his thumb back in and tries the soft nudge again. “Like that?”