Knuckle Anime Novels & Stories

I look back at Skinner. He hands me a small knife; I pulls up my shirt sleeve and cut a small line putting the same pressure Knuckles was and all I do is wince slightly. I wave the knife at him when I'm done. I see Knuckles smirking at me. The skin starts to tingle where I put the small cut and I feel a rush run through me.

And, just as before, Ryu nodded, insisting on being honest. "I... I slapped her," Endo stammered in fear. "Knuckle." Kenji extended his hand, and one of the men stepped forward, producing a brass knuckle from his jacket. It was a weapon worn on the hand, made of iron, about a handspan long, with four holes for the fingers. Kenji slid the weapon onto his right hand, ensuring that all four fingers, except for the thumb, fit into the holes, and tightly clenched his fist.

He smiled, and I walked over to Slasher. I kicked him in the butt, and he turned around pissed. I smiled, and he lightened up before throwing his arm on my shoulders. "Took you long enough to get down here." I hit his arm playfully. "Hey, you're the one that sucks at giving directions." He just ruffed up my hair and turned back to the guys. "You all remember Cobra right? Cobra, this is Hash, Flame, Blade, and Twist." I held back laughter at their names. I mean, mine isn't much better but still.

Breanna didn’t answer immediately, rather with a deep exhalation, she took another bite of her burger and chewed slowly. She swallowed after a while, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “No!,” she said finally, her voice cool. “Blade Knuckle is a precision psychopath—a blade across the throat. No wasted effort and a remarkable clean escape.” She adjusted the focus of her binoculars, her pulse steady and calculating. “This? This is rage.” Breanna continued, voice almost detached. “Whoever did this used their fists. The face is completely caved in. Blade Knuckle’s style is always contracted—no personal feelings attached.”

… Meanwhile, as Ronan and Oscar went their separate ways, Gideon and Winter also got moving. Gideon wanted to meet Ronan because he was amazed by the latter's self-created Doombringer Knuckle. Compared to Oscar's Thundering Bruiser, his move was even more impressive. It was a seriously powerful fighting style. And Ronan mentioned it was still in its early stages and could improve for the better. Gideon didn't expect Ronan to teach him the Doombringer Knuckle, but he hoped they could chat about it. He figured it would help him a lot.

Anna looked down at the phone he offered. Slowly, she took it and put in her civilian number. Only Rica and some of her classmates had her number. She wrote only her first name as the contact before returning it. “Anna…” Her name rolled on his tongue smoothly, his eyes already on her when she raised her head. “You can call me Kael—only my loved ones and my anti-fans can call me that.” Her eyes squinted at his blinding smirk, ignoring her heart hammering thunderously loud within her.

“Sharp-tongued. Maybe a little unhinged. But secretly lonely and is open to an emotionally oppressed boy who looks like he hasn't slept in days.” Kieran gave it a second to think about what he just heard. “So… you’re looking for your clone in a skirt format?” Tanaka pointed at Kieran with his index finger and nodded solemnly. “Exactly.” Annie smirked. “I have one friend who collects switchblades and writes stories about love between a man and a woman who are not destined to be together. Does that count?” Tanaka’s eyes lit up like someone had just handed him a live hand grenade and told him it was a love letter from an emo goth mommy. In all honesty this guy might be a masochist; I do not kno

Likewise, Knuckles grunted as another palm strike drove into his ribs, forcing a step back. Someone near the railing scoffed. “He’s letting the bastard tire himself out. Watch.” “Doesn’t look tired to me,” another replied. Below us, Misha pivoted low and drove his knee up toward Knuckles’ gut, followed immediately by a snap of his elbow toward the throat. The sequence was so fast, it almost didn’t look real. Vincent let out a soft, thoughtful exhale beside me. “Huh.” Knuckles took it all. Not gracefully, but he absorbed the damage like stone. Relentless. His grin spread, wider now, baring teeth.

Akihiko, unwaveringly fends off the Akaname knocking it back to its corner. “Come and get it!!!” screams Akihiko agitating all of the Akaname in the room. All the Akaname leap directly at him and grab each of his limbs. One of the Akaname tries to take him out immediately by going for his neck but he screams and dislocates his arm and gets stabbed in his clavicle. Blood pours out from his mouth and the clavicle while he agonized.