Knuckles X Tails Novels & Stories

Instinct took over and with the guidance of Scarlett, the baby latched onto her mother’s breast. “Definitely my child.” Knuckles murmured as he gently brushed his hand over her soft red curls. Protect what’s mine The tattoos over his knuckles held a new meaning as he looked at them holding his daughter. Neither saw Siobhan as she snapped a picture of them. Nessie leaning against Knuckles’ bare chest with Abigail at her breast. Finger tattoos proclaiming PROTECT WHAT’S MINE cupped the tiny head. The other hand declaring DEFEND WHAT’S MINE were interlaced with smaller fingers with runes on them holding the small body.

“Let’s do this.” Darren gave me the mask, then took me to the first floor of the building. In the back of the club was a dressing room. It was empty except for Kai, who was putting on eyeliner and glitter while wearing a silvery thong. The thick foxtails protruding from the base of his spine looked like part of the underwear, but I could tell they were actually his tails. He gave us a curious glance while Darren was rifling through a clothing bin, but didn’t ask questions.

The seals condensed into a silver light that was around Randall's hands. Randall's hands were enveloped by the silver light, and a skeletal shape formed. His fingers started to look like claws. It was Randall's technique, the Tornado Claw! At that moment, Randall forgot everything else! He only had one thought in mind which was to kill the three-headed silver python and end the match!

I watched the smirk fall from one of the brother’s faces, but another guy called Knuckles had the guts to stare me down. “Who believes this crap? She’s a wolf-hybrid, can’t you smell it?” Knuckles spat with contempt. In a split-second reaction, I lunged forward and swung a punch at his jaw. I must have made that fucker see stars because his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, then I hauled him upright by his vest, bringing us nose to nose. “You wanna say that again? Go on, I dare you?” I goaded, hoping he would repeat it.

While their eyes could not be see, it was easy to guess that they were bulging out right now due to the extreme way by which their brows had been displaced. It was common knowledge that Beastmen could also use their tails in battle; however, unlike popular belief, the tail could do nothing more than act as a distraction for the enemy. It could not block a sword or hammer, and it definitely could not hold the weight of a Beastman. Skill fighters could use their tails to parry attacks, but that could only be achieved after years of training in order to adopt forms that would reduce the momentum of a strike to at least a tenth of its actual capability! However, how many could do this? Even wors

Breayna explains. Oh, these two are good. They are being so nice and calm. They are not showing any anger or irritation yet. That’s when I notice that both are wearing something over each of their fingers. They look like claws. What the fuck? I turn to ask Xavier and notice that Kade has joined the group. He explains that they have titanium metal claws that can slip over each finger. He says they are incredibly sharp, and the girls keep them that way.

“We need more…” Lucien laughed softly. “You’ll get more tonight. In front of everyone. For now, you suffer beautifully for me.” He finally added the bunny tail plugs, fluffy black tails attached to thicker bases. He removed the regular plugs and replaced them one by one, pushing the new ones in slowly so the twins could feel every inch. The tails swayed cutely behind them, a humiliating contrast to their desperate, leaking state. When he was satisfied, he removed the spreader bars but left their wrists cuffed behind their backs.

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.

The two exchanged a glance, claws flashing out as they lunged straight at me. At the last possible second, Zephyr moved. Relying on his extraordinary hearing, he stepped in front of me, blocking their path. "Zephyr! Have you lost your mind? Why are you stopping us?!" Cael’s eyes were bloodshot as he snarled through gritted teeth. "In the last life, she kicked us into the enemy pack as shields. Have you already forgotten that? Move! I’m going to tear her apart!" "Be quiet. Don’t move." Though blind, Zephyr’s senses were sharper than anyone else’s.

“Open that. Bring me the tools inside.” Knox was the first to move, crossing the room with a predator’s grace and flipping the heavy lid open. His breath hitched slightly as he looked inside. He pulled out a few items, his hands surprisingly steady as he brought them over: a set of leather cuffs lined with soft fur, a sleek, black silicone flogger, and a few sleek, metal… things I couldn’t name but dearly wanted to try. The sight of them in his hands sent a jolt of pure, undiluted heat straight to my core. Oh, yes.