Imperial Fists Chapters Novels & Stories

Something was wrong with me. “It’s a yes,” he continued. “Or a no. Got it, Princess?” “Ah…yes,” I mumbled, dropping my forehead to his chest to steady my breathing. “It’s a yes,” “Fuck!” He swore. One of his hands gripped an ass cheek and pulled at it while the other hand slipped beneath my dress to palm my pussy. I moaned when his fingers reached my bared, wet as the fucking water falls core, and buried my face deeper into his chest, afraid I would scream and people will notice us.

They were Kin. "It’s not over, Eryx," I whispered, looking at Hope and Leo, who were watching the global light fade into a natural, beautiful dusk. "We’ve woken the world. Now we have to Teach it how to Live." I looked at my hands. The ink was gone. The silver was gone. There was only the Marrow. "The 183rd Chapter is the end of the Rebellion," I declared, my violet-silver eyes locking onto the future. "But it's the First Chapter of the Pack of the World."

Smart, and patient, and exactly what she had said she would do, which was make the field work while the circle held what needed to be held. The Imperial Alpha hit me again with his full body weight behind the movement, and we were on the ground before I had completed my balance response, and the ground was hard and wet and indifferent to who was winning as it received us, and his fist came down toward my face in the committed, deliberate arc of a finishing strike, and I caught his wrist with both hands and felt the force of the descent compress my arms like springs.

To accept him. To give in. I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms. No. I had walked away from one mate who destroyed me. I would not let another one get close enough to do the same. Even if it killed me. But first, it was time to teach my ex a lesson.

His eyes burned with a fervent, almost religious zeal. He reached for my face, his fingers, cold and long, extending towards me. I twisted, my bound body straining against the invisible bonds, a surge of desperate energy bursting forth. Flames, sharp and silver, erupted from my hands, arcing towards him, but he was terrifyingly fast. With a casual flick of his wrist, he deflected the fire, and then, with blinding speed, his hands shot out, catching my wrists in an iron grip, forcing me still, the last remnants of my struggle dying in a frustrated whimper.

Fists punches Then let's shift and end this once and for all. "Boys, boys. "Jaimie

“But we must follow procedure.” The man in the hallway shifted his weight. He had been watching the small rise and fall in Elara’s chest. The room held its breath. Elara wanted to tear the folder, to throw the papers out the window and shout at the rain. Instead she sat still and breathed slow, counting the child’s small breaths as if they were steps. A door opened. A footstep sounded. It was a sound she had not thought she would hear again: a measured step that belonged to someone used to rooms with glass and steel.

They were the Next Frequency. Everything had reached its most cosmic note. We had faced the harvester and chosen the "Decay of the Future" over the "Perfection of the Past." "Twelve chapters left, Emma," Félix said, his daggers appearing in his hands. "Then let's teach the kids how to fight," I replied. It closed with the sound of the memory-rain starting again, a rhythmic, vibrant promise that our story was still being written, one messy heartbeat at a time.

He raised his greatsword once more, channeling his energy and bringing it crashing down with full force. At the same time, Chase unleashed the final strike of the Five Emperors Divine Fist. "Amber Emperor's Earth Fist!" The ground cracked following a loud boom, and the mountains shook. The Pope managed to slice through the Metal Fist, but the Earth Fist slammed down even harder, heavier than anything before. The sheer force of the blow shattered the Pope's greatsword of light. Even the Zeus' Aegis couldn't hold as it exploded into fragments with a thunderous blast. Pope of Light staggered back dozens of feet, his expression turning grim. But Chase had no intention of stopping. A new wave of

Chapter One Hundred Immediately he charged at Alexis first, the rest of the three also charged too, and it lead to big fight. Alexis was not the bit shaken about this, he only had a smudge look on her face, she stood up and held her fist, first she attacked the leader, he smashed him in the head, the next seconds, she smashed him in the back, the rest were stale, but the did charged again.