Knuckles Turning Black Novels & Stories

Golden Cicada shook his head, his expression calm. However, the wound on his neck was spurting with blood, looking extremely horrific. The mangled flesh had turned black, giving off a fetid stench. The blood vessels around the wound were protruding, bruising into a dark green. This color was spreading inwardly along the blood vessels, looking extremely horrific. Ding Hao inhaled a cold breath. The injury was more serious than he had imagined.

Every time the metal door creaked open, I flinched. I kept my head down, staring at my feet as I sat on the wooden bench. My hands were the problem. I had taken off the thick white bandages from Jax’s place. Now, I had thin athletic tape wrapped around my knuckles. It looked like a normal hockey injury, but underneath, the skin was deep. My fingers felt stiff, like they were made of wood. "Yo, Cap. You okay?"

A gleam of silver shot toward Blake's chest. Although Blake didn't know what the shining object was, he could feel a sense of extreme danger. He dodged quickly to avoid Caleb's punch. However, he did not dodge quickly enough, and it grazed his abdomen. He felt a piercing pain at once, and Blake realized that Caleb was wearing brass knuckles. However, the brass knuckles were different from ordinary ones. There was a steel needle that was about an inch long on the middle finger. Blake said angrily, "Caleb, you are shameless! How can you wear brass knuckles in a martial arts battle?"

I gripped the tip of the wooden armrest and jerked my hands up, taking the wood tied to my forearms. One of the three moved faster than the other. He threw his fist and aimed it at my face. It collided with the splintered armrest I used as protection. He groans, blood dripping from his left knuckles. Throwing his right fist, hoping to redeem his first failed attempt, I sliced my elbow in the air, still armed with the wood fracture. “Fucking bitch!” he hissed, shaking his bleeding hands. I freed one of my arms from the wood, watchful of his friends, as they shoved Bloody Knuckles to the side.

The sound of foot-on-flesh filled the pit, over and over, as Knuckles stomped down with all the power of a man who knew he’d already won. Misha curled inward, arms trying to protect his side, but he wasn’t blocking well. He couldn’t. I couldn’t breathe and gripped the railing so hard my knuckles were white, my lips trembling. I felt sick. Actually sick.

His hands have now turned black, and I can guess that it was a poison that I must avoid. With super speed, he charged at me, a guttural cry escaping from his lips. He slashed at me with his fingernail, which had now transformed into a long black poisonous claw, and I narrowly ducked in time. He spun back again and gashed at me. This time he was aiming for my throat in an attempt to grab it with his claw, and I quickly blocked it with my palm. He retreated his hand, doubled his attack, and slashed at me, this time with more ferocious speed while he was twisting his claw viciously, using it to aim for different angles.

he seethed, almost poking his long fingers into my eyes. I trust Coach will come over to the correctional center. He’s going to fuckin tell me if anything happens to her. Until then, I can't act recklessly. Magnus returned to his seat, his hands rubbing over his knuckles. There were cuts on his knuckles. He pulled off his rings, putting them inside his pocket. His face shows no emotion, but his fingers went straight to his cheeks, scratching, then returned to his knuckles again. “Someone's knuckles got ruined because of me.” I teased.

The targeted expert nearly cried out in frustration, "Damn it. There are five of us. Why pick me?!" Dominic kept closing the distance. The man was terrified. Realizing there was nowhere left to run, he roared, "Fuck it! I'll kill you!" He clenched a pair of brass knuckles and charged at Dominic without hesitation. To his surprise, both punches landed squarely on Dominic's chest. Brass knuckles were deadly weapons. They could tear flesh apart and leave bloody craters. Dominic was no exception. Blood quickly seeped from the wounds in his chest. Before the man could celebrate, he heard Dominic speak softly. "It hurts... but it feels good..."

“We made sure that Gen pop knew.” Shortly after sundown, Knuckles went downstairs to the black room. Dom let him in and waited patiently as he took his anger out on the man. For the second time in his life, Knuckles beat a man to death with his bare hands. After he walked out, the body was removed and disposed of as Nessie tended to her husband’s busted knuckles.

Mina insisted, and I untied my robe helplessly only to hear her exclaim. “Fuck! What exactly happened? Why is your injury this severe?” She asked in a grim tone, and I almost shook my head at her exaggeration until I stood up to approach the wall mirror and turned my back. Just as she had said, it was quite severe. The bruises were no longer red and pink but purplish-black. After washing off the blood, the opened skin had turned white, but it was this that made it even more glaring.