Knuckles X Tikal Novels & Stories

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

believe your gang would help you against my boss' war effort" Renegade shouted "you mean my step-sister Corona" I said, unsheathing my X-Blade. Renegade was shocked "wait, Corona is your step-sister?" Renegade repeated "yes and she's green as envy knowing that Inkcanius can create anything while she can't" said Hantavirus. "How DARE you!!" Renegade shouted as he was about to strike me with his fists. A katana struck him and Renegade jumps back, I turned to see Mia and Rose "Mia, Rose" I said with shock, "Inkcanius thank the sisterhood you're okay. Your sisters from the Amended Sisterhood branch were worried sick about you" said Mia "forgive me I wasn't myself" I said admittedly "its okay In

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.

I wondered if he and Misha ever crossed one another before. Then came Royce Dalton, who ran racketeering. Someone called him ‘Knuckles’ once during the introductions, and it actually fit. Big guy, thick hands, the kind of face that looked like it had taken a punch and shrugged it off. He smirked at Misha like he was waiting for a reason to be amused. Or offended. Maybe both.

“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.

Reaching out to the tumbler which contained Tequila Slammer, Baron chugged down the liquid and slightly scrunched his nose when it burned the back of his throat. Dropping the cue stick on the table, he slid his left hand into the pocket of his knee length pants while his right hand twirled the tumbler. He was shirtless and a part of his tattoos which were colored gleamed under the lights. He downed the liquor again as he stared into oblivion. Different thoughts rummaged through his mind. The past few months in X-habit had been bloody. Some unknown gunmen of an unknown rival gang had attacked them twice and they had lost a few of their men.

“You won’t leave to reach the Mellenisk.” “Shut the fuck up!” I lashed out at him. “You want to take my dad's pack too?” Our hands clashed closer in front, fighting over the signal. Thorny handcuffs from nowhere swam over my wrist and a robe over my neck. Another trap. Marcus’s lips curled with a sinister smirk. “Help!!!” My cry re-echoed across the hall. Jax swept the hands away in the hardest of pushes, coming for me. “Leave my girl alone!”