Metal Knuckles Novels & Stories

I blinked off my tears and undressed myself. The maids brought in my armour. My gauntlets and greaves were forged from silver and steel while the rest of it was forged from the alloy of other metals brought together to make it strong and resistant against weapons and mana. I started getting ready. What Killian needed the most right now was power. He already had the key core, so he would want to lure me out to get the magic core before entering the dark world. For that, he would go to any extent. *****

Did he have those on him the entire time? “Scoot to the edge.” The command had her sliding down, her legs dangling over the edge of the large bench. He took her wrists one by one, cuffing them to the metal bar suspended above. She tugged on them once, wondering if she could break the cuffs with her new strength. “It’s made from Tungsten. The same thing they use to make bullets and missiles.” He informed her, “ You couldn’t break them even if I helped.” He produced another slender cuff, with a long chain attached to a metal ring in the middle.

The knives are gold where you have to hold them, and the blades are silver. I put on the leather gloves so that I could handle the other silver items. The gun isn’t silver, but the bullets are. I loaded the bullets before putting the gun in its holder. I then fit on the knuckle busters. The part that rests on your fingers is gold, like the daggers, and then the ‘busters’ are silver. The chains were purely silver. The whip had a leather handle, but the actual tassels of the whip itself had slivers of silver. Geez, Simi is heaven sent!

He screamed at me. I pouted. “Is that any way to talk to your host?” I set the bag down on the floor. It was too big to lay out on the table, and I wanted to see what Malachi was working with before. There were old pliers and hedge clippers. But all the rest were just typical tools that you would find in any toolbox. I picked up the brass knuckles and put one on each hand. “Those were dipped in wolf’s bane.” I heard Malachi through my earpiece.

“We made sure that Gen pop knew.” Shortly after sundown, Knuckles went downstairs to the black room. Dom let him in and waited patiently as he took his anger out on the man. For the second time in his life, Knuckles beat a man to death with his bare hands. After he walked out, the body was removed and disposed of as Nessie tended to her husband’s busted knuckles.

And, just as before, Ryu nodded, insisting on being honest. "I... I slapped her," Endo stammered in fear. "Knuckle." Kenji extended his hand, and one of the men stepped forward, producing a brass knuckle from his jacket. It was a weapon worn on the hand, made of iron, about a handspan long, with four holes for the fingers. Kenji slid the weapon onto his right hand, ensuring that all four fingers, except for the thumb, fit into the holes, and tightly clenched his fist.

Mark felt like a car hit him, but the robotic suit absorbed most of the inertia from the impact. Now on his back, Mark had to put the armored suit to work, and he used it to block the reinforced, flexible titanium that covered 2Pac’s four knuckles. Mark tried to block every punch that 2Pac attempted to bring down on his half-exposed face. One punch from 2Pac slipped through. The metal man’s fist contacted the top part of the robotic suit’s hyper-alloy helmet. Mark had to get 2Pac off of him and he knew if the robot punched him in the face, he would break every bone in his jaw.

That way no one would come back in years to come. He rendered himself unrestrained and grabbed the first man who had attacked him by the collar, throwing him in the direction of the other two men who were heading towards him. The man flew into the air and fell on both of them. Throwing them all into the floor. Nikolai didn’t wait for them to recover and stand to their feet. He twisted the rings on his fingers, turning them into brass knuckles. He punched the first man who came close to him, smashing his nose, damaging his face to the point that it was unrecognizable, and holding his head on both sides before twisting his neck. The man grew limp almost instantly and he quickly drops it and tu

Thick leather cuffs hung from hooks, some with chains attached. A whole section of metal handcuffs in different sizes, some padded, some not. Nipple clamps—silver ones with little bells, black rubber-tipped ones, even ones with adjustable screws—laid out neatly on velvet trays. Rows of dildos stood upright like soldiers: realistic ones with thick veins, monster-sized ones that made my stomach flip, curved ones clearly made to hit deep inside. Vibrators of every shape—bullet ones, wand ones, rabbit ones with the little clit stimulators.

“Are these real?” Elaina studied the two long swords Chase held carefully before her. The blades were clear and a little scraped up, the handles black with places around the end to slip her hands through. Above the holes were brass knuckles, that way if anyone ever got too close she had something to defend herself with. “The brass knuckles detach.” Elaina said simply scooting over so that Charise could sit beside her. “Honestly, I forgot those were even in there. It was the last thing my father gave me before he died.”