I Cast Fist Novels & Stories

I walk out of the room with my fist clenched. I am walking on the corridor that ushers to the staircase that leads downstairs. “Fucking bastard!!” I roar and snag my hand on the staircase rail. I press and slowly grind my teeth as I take a stance at the beginning of the staircase. I really need to look for a way to put this over pompous psychopath in his place.

I clenched and unclenched my fists, my eyes not focused on her, but rather her bloody ex-boyfriend who had now turned around to face me but still looked as casual as ever, his hands stuffed into his pockets. I could not stop myself from doing what I did next; covering the distance between the motherfucker and myself, and then slamming my fist into his face. He staggered backwards a few steps, clutching his nose, but I was not done. I slammed my fist into his face three more times before Persy managed to catch my arm.

Alex stood up from his seat, before Raymond could say any further, he saw himself pinned against the wall, Alex hand flew to his neck, as he grabbed his throat, he watched Raymond fight helpless for a chance to breathe again, " If you mess with me using my mother's death, I will not only kill you, I will make sure you have a very painful death, burn your body, and scatter your ashes to the four corners of the earth, If you....."

Much to everyone’s disbelief, Harvey raised his left hand and flicked his finger without even batting an eye. Everyone was shocked when his finger landed right on Senior Foster’s fist. Crack! A loud crack could be heard soon after. Harvey’s seemingly casual flick was filled with unimaginable power, surging through Senior Foster’s fist. A string of loud cracks followed as Senior Foster’s fist shattered completely. Immediately after, his hand went limp. “Aaaaaagh!” Senior Foster screamed in pain, sent flying through the air. He soon smashed into the ground, his body shaking and convulsing uncontrollably.

Before I could complete my words, Zac ran his dagger through Fist's stomach and twisted it, letting the silver make more and more contact with his inner skin. "Arrrgh!" Fist shouted out in pain as he held the sword impaled into him. "NOO!!!" I screamed. I was about to rush to help him when he turned to me with a smile and brought out something from within his shirt. It was a bomb detonator. He was going to blow himself up. "Fist," I muttered as I made to go towards him, but before I could take a step, he pressed the button on the detonator, and a loud flash of light blinded me as some strong force pushed me to the ground, causing me to black out.

He reveals, and I stare at my fist. How else does one make a fist? Caelen sighs and adjusts my hands, forming them into a proper fist. “This is how to make a fist. Now let us see just how much power you have. Punch me.” My eyes widened at his last two words. “What?” His brow hikes slowly, and he asks, “Did I stutter? I said, punch me.” “I don’t want to hurt you,” for some reason; that must have been the funniest thing he has heard, judging by the way he throws his head back and barks out a laugh.

Then, he shouted loudly in his heart, ‘King Kong Palm! Paul clenched his right fist in front of his chest. The split second he struck, he gathered all his strength and punched out, thinking silently in his heart, ‘Tiger Cannon Fist!’ Boom! When the fist and the palm connected, a thunderous sound rang in everyone’s ears, with the vibrations causing everyone to feel dizzy.

VINCENZO CASTILLO The moment I freed the rope from my wrist, I stormed to my feet. The b*st*rd’s face twisted like he had just seen me fly through the roof. The second one didn’t waste time, he aimed at me instantly. My eyes never left Camilla, but my body moved on instinct. I flew midair, sending a kick straight into his chest. Punches were useless against him; I wasn’t here to trade blows. One strike was enough, his body slammed to the ground. I followed with another kick, this time to his jaw. His head snapped to the side, and he went limp, out cold.

I raise my right hand and motion her forward. Celine charges at me, and I let her get close, thinking I’m slow or scared. She throws out her right fist, aiming for my face. I dodge the fist, blocking her knee coming up to hit my stomach. I grab her arm low, thrust up and throw her over my hip, making her fly through the ‘fighting ring’. She lands with a ‘umpf’, but is quickly on her feet again. Caution in her eyes this time, as she now knows I am not as easy a target as she thought. We both take a breath before we charge at each other again. Celine jumps, kicking her foot out. I grab it and throw her again, internally shaking my head at her stupidity. She is no trained fighter.

"Don’t you ever get tired, huh?" I cracked with laughter, the sound cutting through the silence, leaving Felix speechless. My steps echoed as I moved toward the huge table, calm and deliberate. I stopped, lifting my gaze—it was cold and hard like ice. My expression shifted as all amusement drained away into something far more dangerous. My fist clenched tight, nails digging into my palm. My jaw locked and then— Bang. I slammed my fist against the table, the crack reverberating through the room. Everyone jolted, heads snapping up, a wave of shock and fear washing over them.