Knuckles X Tikal 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.

The music started, and I smiled as I climbed into the cage, ready to go. This jerk is going to regret ever messing with Tyler and his friends. "Now, her competitor is not one of our fighters, but since our Cobra insisted, welcome, um," Jax looked over to the guy as he climbed into the cage. "Brandon." Tattoo/Brandon said. "Brandon!" Jax repeated over the microphone before exiting the cage. He turned once again to us.

With a smirk playing on my lips, I decided to take a shot in the dark, figuratively speaking. "Look time no see, Piero," I remembered this fuckface. "You were the one who helped Massimo to unload smuggled the guns." He sneered at me like he was a venomous snake about to spit. "It's Pietro, you dumb fuck." I couldn't help but chuckle darkly at Piero's correction. Even Enzo seemed to be enjoying the show. I retrieved the brass knuckles from my pocket, feeling their solid weight in my hand. The knuckles were crafted from gleaming, hardened brass, reflecting a polished sheen as they glistened under the light. Their intricate design showcased a rugged elegance, boasting four individual finger ho

"You should have stayed on TikTok, heir." Karl roared and threw him off with pure leg strength. He was bleeding from his lip. I felt every hit through the bond — a dull echo in my chest. My silver eyes started flickering without me wanting them to. "Theo, don't," my dad whispered next to me, holding my arm. "If you pulse now you'll knock out both of them. Karl will lose the challenge by default." Kade shifted his hand fully — huge black claws — and raked them across Karl's back, same place the challenger had yesterday. Karl shouted, went to one knee.

Blood sprays hot across my knuckles. To my left, Tarek engages two at once, fast and furious, too eager. One of them feints, trying to draw him out of position. I see it. I see the angle. I see the silver knife in the other man’s hand, ready to slide between Tarek’s ribs. I’m there in two strides. I slam my shoulder into Tarek’s chest, knocking him back. The knife skims my arm instead, burning cold. Behind us, the civilian man cries out as an attacker breaks away from the line and charges them, blade raised.

Herman exclaimed shooting 10 nails altogether to Kiki and resulting Kiki can”t move his body because of the explosion from those nails. Kartika then runs toward Kiki and Cakra is ready to smack Kiki with his hand which is covered by blue Iru. “Teknik Jitu: Gemerlap Titan! (Ultimate Technique: Titan”s Sparkle)” Kartika exclaimed with Cakra smacking Kiki really hard. “Alfi, your turn!” Kartika exclaimed. “Alright!” Alfi replied swimming towards Kiki.

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.

His grin spread, wider now, baring teeth. Then he lunged. Misha sidestepped, already moving, hands up to redirect. Unfortunately, Knuckles was faster than he looked. He adjusted mid-charge and slammed a hook straight into Misha’s jaw. Crack.

“Maybe. But we can create our own version of happiness. The Sinners Men are the strongest in Sin city. The Nightfall Kings are the strongest in Nightfall Hills. As a team, we will be unstoppable, Karan.” “How do I know this isn’t bullshit?” Knox stepped back and bent at the waist. He touched his ankle, and when he stood, he was wielding a sharp knife. Maksim didn’t look fazed, not until Knox went to the sink and cut off his own pinky finger.

Jake knelt next to me, assessing the damage as the other two ran to the brawl, managing to pull Talon off of Rook. “Easy, brother,” Dex growled, his voice low and steady as he gripped Talon’s arm. “You’re gonna kill him.” Talon’s chest heaved, blood dripping from his split knuckles. He didn’t take his eyes off Rook, who was slumped against the wall, gasping for air. The space between them was still charged like a live wire.