Knuckles X Tikal Novels & Stories

I got out of the bathroom seeing red and when I got to the ring and did only what I was accustomed to do, kissed every finger of my hands, with the black tattooed letters: THE SICKLE and TKO him, in seconds of fight. The fucked up thing that got me suspended was after I knocked him out, I kept bend over him hitting till his jaw was broken. A deafening roar got out from inside of me and unfocused my eyes. My brother Connor was on the first row, I looked him and saw him shaking his head, he screamed: “HUNT, NO.”

TK grunted out as they spun each other around the room and tripped over benches, only to scramble up to smash into more lockers. "I don't know!" Christopher grunted through gritted teeth. "You better not…MPH!!...sit there like a damned lump!" They were clawing at each other on the floor. "I don't know what to talk about!" TK jammed his elbow into the big man's gut and Christopher grimaced. He reached for TK's neck.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

He didn’t need to elaborate to tell me they didn’t make it to this day. Dad and Alpha Marc walked forward into the light. Alec stood beside me, without touching me. His arms were folded as he was reining in his anger. “Let’s cut to the chance. Who sent you to attack my pack?” I saw something shin in the light. It wasn’t until he delivered an unusually hard punch that I realized it was brass knuckles. However, they had a cone point to each knuckle. I knew this tactic. You needed to figure out which one was going to crack. There was always a strong one and a weaker one you could crack. Just needed to figure it out. Alpha Marc delivered a few punches to each one before he stepped back, waiting

Marcus shouted from somewhere in the crowd. The music cut abruptly. Voices rose around us immediately as people backed away from the scene. I wiped at the corner of my mouth and looked back up at Knox. That was when I saw it. The white bandage wrapped around Thalia’s palm and wrist. Her fingers trembled slightly as she held the injured hand close against herself. Knox stepped in front of her. “You hurt her.” “I grabbed my wife,” I said coldly. “And you punched me.” “And I’ll do it again.”

Did he help her husband? Tiana slowly approach Nicklaus, who was still talking to Uziah who had long gone quite. Nicklaus left someone approach but from the scent he knew who he was. When Tiana reached him he looked her in the eyes with his still black eyes, “he is that way because of me, he took in the dark power on my stead!” Tiana could see the pain in Nicklaus eyes. But before anyone could reply or come to terms with what they saw. Something dark and fast rushed toward Yalck and started attacking him like a mad man. Nicklaus who was talking to Tiana watched Uziah as he rushed over and attacked Yalck like a crazy demon. He was now so strong that the earth shook at their collision.

Felix tugged a bit before single-handedly carried her back inside, all the while she struggled in his grasp. The moment the door shut is when Zalakai's smirk disappeared from his face and turned a dark gaze on the two Scout Demons. They looked at him and cowered immediately under his glare. He towered over them as he rolled up his sleeves, his tattoos revealed. Tribal markings lined his wrists and wrapped around his forearms. The creatures continued to tremble before him as his nails sharpened into claws and swiped at them swiftly. Their screeches filled the air as they reeled back and covered their bloodied faces.

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 wouldn't be surprised if several of the bones in my knuckles are cracked. Nino circled me. "You're good but you seem a bit rusty." Understatement. I am rusty. "Your kicks are strong," he assessed. "But you need to gain more muscle in your arms. You punched me a while ago and it tickled." "My punches don't tickle," I defended. "They tickle, Dylan and I almost heard it squeak too, like a rubber duck." My teeth clicked in annoyance. I'll show you.

Her focus turned to her other cousin. “I could care less who you fuck.” Knuckles said with a shrug. “Go after the bunnies too. But, if I have to kill another man for raping you, I will.” “Not everyone knew what happened.” She growled. Knuckles walked over and tugged on braid. “But now everyone knows what will happen if they hurt you.” “I don’t drink anymore.” Taz pointed out. “And she can knock your brother out.” Toad said looking at Scrapper on the floor.