Martial Art Novels & Stories

she suggested him. Arjun remembered the story he heard earlier, he asked her "So do I have to go to mom's grandparents' village to learn martial arts?" Maansaa smiled and shook her head "Not exactly that village, but that's a neighboring small town, that state is famous for it Kalari, it is Indian martial art and fighting system, that originated in Kerala and practiced by warriors of Kerala. Kalari is called 'The Mother of all Martial Arts ' and you have to learn this..."

We are here in a forest. Clarkson taught me different moves and techniques that I can surely used to defend my self from those attackers or werewolves, like Martial sports, such as boxing, kickboxing, Muay Thai, savate, shoot boxing, Sanshou, grappling, judo, Brazilian jiu-jitsu , Sambo. I'm so amazed how he teach me those. Every moves of him actually made me falling in love with him.

The wand was back on my clit and my body went into lockdown. Thankfully, I had already prepared my answer, which burst through my lips as my body tried its hardest to fight off orgasm number five. “Brazilian Jiu Jitsu.” It was a martial art requiring all-over body strength and tone, and appropriate for females. It worked on the principle of being able to teach a smaller person how to defend herself against a larger one by using leverage and skilful technique. This time there was at least some truth to my statement. I was a black belt in the art, and it had taken me a long and laborious ten years to achieve it.

A goddamn joke. His eyes are cold. Dismissive. Like he’s already decided what I am, and nothing I say will change it. He shakes his head slowly. There’s scorn rolling off him. “Martial arts? Please. That's not martial arts. You’re pathetic, Cara. You don’t know shit about fighting. You don’t even know the basics of self-defense. So, go on. Shield yourself from the blow. Oh wait… you don’t even know that, do you?”

I looked at the target and was even more amazed to see the weapons lined up down there. "Nice." I commented. I floated the shuriken and daggers and put them back in the bag. Then I disappeared the target. "You know arnis right?" I asked her. (It is a martial art characterized by the use of “swinging and twirling movements, accompanied by striking, thrusting and parrying techniques for defense and offense.” Having been handed down from generation to generation for centuries, the discipline hones the skill, speed, accuracy and agility of its practitioners.) "Yes of course! You’re talking to the student with the highest garde in P>E> because of arnis." She was st

one of them tries to guess. “Me? I don’t know you,” I say and another one says the same thing. “Have you ever been in martial arts?” one of them ask. “Martial arts? Yeah! I was in Karate in school and have won several gold medals and I am already the Don of it,” I say.

After freshening up, they joined Abhi and Sashi for breakfast, the air tinged with excitement for the day ahead. Their destination was a renowned martial arts school nearby, where skilled practitioners honed their craft with precision and grace. As they arrived, the sounds of training filled the air, the rhythmic movements of martial artists a mesmerizing sight to behold. The school's courtyard bustled with activity, students practicing various forms of martial arts under the guidance of seasoned instructors. Rajeev, Gowthami, Abhi, and Sashi watched in awe as the practitioners showcased their agi

"I—God, Amelia, I’ve never reacted like that. Ever." I raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because you threw punches like it was your part-time job." He winced and nodded. "I know. Believe me, I know." He pressed a hand to his forehead. "A huge part of martial arts is non-violence. Control. Discipline. We’re trained to redirect urges, not act on them. To hold energy, not… weaponize it." "I see." My voice was cool. "Well, your energy and intention tonight seemed laser-focused on hurting Rowan."

Patrick’s gaze registers fear and panic before he quickly masks them. “Did my brother forget to tell you that I am practicing martial arts? Getting a bruise is common.” Look at this sweet and adorable little child trying to fool me. “I agree. Getting a bruise is common for beginners practicing martial arts, but what I’m wondering is why is the bruise under your wrist? Kendo is a martial art that has four hitting spots—the head, neck, wrist, and stomach.” I counted them off slowly with my fingers, making sure that he understood where I was getting at. “The bruise is under your wrist, which is a spo

I said without admitting how curious I was to hear about Richard’s other woman. “Rory and I met at the rope-tying class.” Richard bit into a piece of garlic bread. “She was studying Japanese culture as part of her major. And the way she spoke of it—her lust for everything Japanese—titillated me and drew me in as well. I began to take classes in a rare form of martial arts called Bujinkan. It’s a Japanese offshoot of Chinese martial arts. Those who have made it their life study say it is the first Japanese martial art to diverge from the Chinese ways. Its purest form is Ninjitsu, where one uses the