Knuckles X Tikal Novels & Stories

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?"

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.

For a long moment, neither spoke. Then, both simultaneously retracted their presences. Ronan laughed. "Not bad. Although your Thundering Bruiser isn't fully developed yet, it's still somewhat interesting." Oscar sneered. "Even my incomplete Thundering Bruiser was enough to counter your Doombringer Knuckle. That just proves your so-called self-created technique is all show and no substance." "My Doombringer Knuckle is still in its early stages," Ronan retorted. "Oscar, when I've perfected it, you'll see whose technique is truly all flash and no substance."

He pulled out a heavy set of brass knuckles—the kind the rich kids kept for 'protection. ​"You want to play the hero, Vance?" Jax asked, sliding the cold metal over his fingers. "Let's see how you look with your jaw wired shut." ​He stepped toward me, the metal glinting. He was done talking. He was ready to finish this.

He carefully laid him down on the ice, hoping he would wake up soon. Unknown to Thane, Crinka had freed herself from where he had her pinned. She snuck up on him, and before she could attack him, Thane got up and quickly turned, giving her a punch that knocked out her windpipe. Crinka fell to the ground defeated and Thane stared at the wolf with disgust. Now where the fuck was Izal? “If you had everything under control, why bother send for me?”, Izal asked as he stepped into the room, carrying the first aid kit.

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.”

I struggled and thrashed under his grip, bloodthirsty and gunning for Zayne and Marcus Novak. I clawed tracks down his back, hardly noticing my sharpened nails had returned to normal. That inability to hurt the twin’s, it was instinctual. Neither Thalia or I could cause the twin’s actual harm, and my retracting claws proved that. Where my claws would have shredded Kade’s skin, my human nails left aching welts that made his cock harden and his chest rumble.

I freed one of my arms from the wood, watchful of his friends, as they shoved Bloody Knuckles to the side. One pulled Juaquin out of the way, while the other came at me like a raging bull. He threw his arms around my neck, taking me down with him, effectively smashing the wooden chair apart. With the forearm still bound on the wood, I pressed it to his throat, keeping him from crushing me with his weight. Behind him, Bloody Knuckles reached for his waistband. I groped Raging Bull’s back for a gun, shot Bloody Knuckles without delay, and shot Raging Bull’s liver next.

Xander said something extremely rude in their language that Knight could understand only because Rina had used that phrase to insult someone in a bar once right before she threw the first punch. Knight blinked and his vision was filled with two people standing over him. Pale, with a spectacular black eye swelling the left side of her face, Tanner still managed to smile encouragingly down at Knight even though he's in the verge of collapsing “Shit. You're okay,” he mumbled. “Yeah, boss. We’ll work around it. I’m more worried about you, hermano,” Tanner replied. Knight closed his eyes, feeling something finally give around his right wrist. “What happened?”

With his eyes downcast, Antonio crouched, gripping the gang leader’s shirt, his fingers digging into the fabric. He leaned in, his voice insouciantly calm. "If you make it home alive," he murmured, eyes gleaming with menace, “Dile a Vincenzo que Knuckles va por él.{Tell Vincenzo that Knuckles is coming for him}.” The man gasped for breath, but Blade didn’t wait for a response. His fist slammed into his face—once, twice—until the repeated blows opened a wound, sending crimson gushing down the man's face.