Karate Full Contact Novels & Stories

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

Because one second, everyone in the bar was standing still… And the next, they were lunging at us like ravenous hyenas tearing into a group of unsuspecting gazelles. Shit. Nicholas moved first, his reflexes faster and sharper than both Alec and me combined. He knocked out the first poor bastard who dared cross his path. I did not hesitate either. I blocked an incoming attack from a tall guy built like he had downed an entire bottle of steroids. I karate punched him, Mr Miyagi style. The guy did not see it coming. One second he was reaching for me like a brainless NPC, and the next, my fist cracked against his jaw.

“I only have room for one passenger.” Willa glanced between them. Jaxson was the devil she knew: tidy, controlling, infuriating — an anchor you cursed and clung to in the same breath. Kael felt like a live wire — dangerous, wickedly tempting; freedom with ozone on its breath. “Why help me?” she asked, steadier than she felt. “Because the Doing Me To The Fullest program isn’t just about surviving, Willa,” Kael said, his blue eyes bright with something like hunger. “It’s about evolving. You might be the first player in a decade who’d rather break the system than rig it.”

“You feel sick?” Nick shut his eyes again, trying to actually feel his body. For over a decade now, he’d had perfect command and total control over it, as he’d practiced karate religiously, first as a tool to kill the men who had killed his girlfriend, and then as a discipline worthy of respect. Over the course of all those years, Nick had learned how to use his body, to harness its immense power, and then to make it move in ways that were both lethal and beautiful.

Then he shrugged and removed his jacket, tossing it aside. “Your funeral.” The challenge horn sounded. Kade attacked first—fast and brutal, a sweeping strike aimed to end the fight quickly. I dodged, pivoting on the balls of my feet, letting his momentum carry him forward. Training kicked in. Ronan’s voice echoed in my head. Control it. I struck back, not with force but precision—targeting joints, balance, breath. Kade grunted as my elbow connected with his ribs, surprise flashing across his face.

Knox had handed him a framework with most of the rules removed. The bell rang. Carter did not charge. He walked. Deliberate and unhurried, closing the distance at a pace designed to let her feel the inevitability of his approach. Sierra circled left, keeping distance, making him track her. He adjusted his path with the patience of a man who understood that circles always ended. The first contact came forty seconds in. Not a strike. He caught her elbow as she passed through a footwork transition, closed his hand around it, and used her own momentum to redirect her into the barrier wall. The impact rattled through her spine and registered directly in her healing ribs.

The trio rushed towards him. My jaw dropped as the man swerved and ducked then kicked. I winced when Bones took him unaware and punched his jaw. Growling... spitting, he climbed to his feet and lunged at Bones, grabbing him around the waist and pulling them both to the ground. The man seemed to be in charge of the situation. Though, I didn't know anything about karate but I could see the 10th degree belt skills on his quick, precise movements. As they continued to fight, The guy blocked every jab and kicked as high as his head, each attack and retreat performed with grace, control and perfection.

My mate was great at finding people’s strengths to pull on in order to help them find faith in themselves. “One thing they teach in Karate is an open-palm hit. I want you to do it to me as hard as you can,” she said as she got into position. “With all due respect, Luna, I’m not sure if I can do that.” He glanced over at me before looking back at her. Okay then. I walked up to her and smirked as I threw the hit with my normal strength. She did not move at all, nor did she cry out. The way she planted her feet allowed her to maintain a center of gravity that would absorb the force.

Ricky didn't use martial arts he learned from Dan as he wanted to keep it as his hidden trump card and instead he thought of using combat techniques he learned from Karl to fight Max. "FIGHT",shouted Karl. Max and Ricky started to fight. Their fighting was smooth both of them were attacking and defending at the right time and they were moving closer to the edge of the ring, Max was at the corner of the ring, he tried moving forward but got pushed behind and ended up crossing the ring, Ricky won the match. Max accepted his defeat and acknowledged Ricky.

He then shakes himself, straightens and then bows "Your highness, it is good to see you out and about.." "Thank you! H? Is it?" "Yes mam, was there something you needed?" "Umm... Yes! I would like a sparring partner but..." "But.. Your highness??" "I need a sparring match that is full contact..." "Are you sure, your highness? Full contact sparring can get rather rough... But if that is what you want, I am willing to do as you wish!" I don't miss the small smile he tries to cover "Thank you, H! Full contact... Winner draws first blood... Yes?"