I Cast Fist Novels & Stories

Camden My untapped fists drive into Chase's face one after another. So much anger and rage release through each it, I can't fucking stop. Each hit ricocheting from my knuckles up my wrist and forearm, the sound of skin against skin fueling me toward dominating this mother fucker. Nobody lays a hand on my woman. It's just monster against beast now. He struggles trying to block my hits but his weak attempts are no match for my experience. His legs come up trying to wrap around me and I anchor myself on top of him, he's not going anywhere.

However, I was too angry to listen to any reason and agreed to give him a single punch. "I will do it." I got into a stance that the fighters in my fighting games always did, and stretch my arm far back from my body as my hand formed a fist. I took a deep breath, and gathered all my hatred that I harbor towards him in this single fist that I'll throw. Then, I swung my hand to him. While my fist was flying to Ricky Kruger's face, I heard the voice of my friends as they yelled a NO while they ran towards me. But it was too late, as my fist had already landed on his face, and inched him backwards for a bit.

she ordered flatly. The heavy metal clicked loudly, and suddenly my hands were completely free. Kai’s cuffs fell to the gravel a second later with a dull clink. I didn't waste a single breath or look back at the corporate ruins. I reached out instantly and grabbed his hand, locking my fingers into his with a fierce, unbreakable grip.

And something inside my chest stops beating the way it used to. That’s it. That’s the line. Whatever was holding me back — strategy, restraint, sanity — it snaps. It’s now or never. I can’t wait for backup any longer. God, I hope the boys are close. Winning. A twitch of my wrists. The ropes fall. They slide down my arms like dead skin and hit the floor without ceremony. Thank you, new friends. Left-Homer barely has time to blink before my fist rockets up under his chin. The crack is beautiful. Clean. Jaw snapping shut like a slammed door.

I had always been disciplined in my training. Yet, I knew that I had no chance against so many Beasts. "Open the door! Let me in! Please!" The Beasts closed in, every step making my skin crawl as I slammed my fists on the door in panic. Yet, all I got in response was loud laughter from inside the car. They even pulled out cash and started placing bets on how long I would last against the Beasts' assault. Roar…! A giant Beast, so much taller than me, suddenly lunged.

that’s when Chase makes a fatal error, he moves his gaze from me and looks at Gabe, just as Gabe yells, “fight.” My right fist swings at the big man and lands on his jaw, his head snaps to the other side and his legs wobble, I duck, and swirl extending my left leg and sweep his feet from beneath him. He hits the deck with a loud thud, I pounce on top of him, my knees on each of his shoulders, pinning him to the mat as my fists plumet his face.

I clenched my fist on the wheels breathing so fast, while I tightened my jaws, my eyes were fixed on the road and I cannot wait to make it to the Mayor's mansion already. As soon as I sighted the house, I smirked happily and parked by the corner, I came down from the car and adjusted the sleeves of my shirt, I fixed my knuckles and got them ready, as soon as I stepped into the house, the motherfucker was laying on the couch staring at his phone, he didn't even notice my presence “Pussy, I told you not to mess with her…..” I yelled and before he could realized it I throw a punch right on his jaws, I was about to go for the second one when he grabbed my fist, I stared at him with disdain, I wa

Emily shouted, throwing a punch at Cian's face. But Cian was quicker. His hand shot out, catching Emily's fist mid-air. With a twisted smirk, he used her own momentum against her, flipping her over and slamming her to the ground with bone-crushing force. The impact was brutal, and the sickening sound of Emily's body hitting the floor made my insides churn.

They stop shifting and remain in their human form to let me handle Mark myself. Bringing both of my hands right above my chin. I make tight fists, keeping my thumb on the outside and beneath my knuckles. I throw the first punch hitting his nose. Mark blinks a few times as blood begins to trickle from his nostrils. He wasn’t expecting me to begin already.

He tossed a cross pendant into the air and caught it casually. "You didn't actually believe that this was my mother's keepsake, right?" he taunted. "It's just something I bought from a street stall. My mother is alive and well, unlike yours, who fell from such a high altitude and died a miserable—" Jay's words hit me like a blow. My whole body started shaking uncontrollably. I grabbed him by the collar and punched him hard in the face. He staggered back a step, but didn't seem fazed at all. Instead, he casually wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and let out a cold laugh.