Next Strike Novels & Stories

Is there somebody help me stop this maniac? "Sir!" A man's hurried voice came from the side. "You have an urgent call!" "I said don't disturb me!" While the man turned his head, I raised the thigh to the man's lower body to kick him. I feel like my knee is touching a hard rock. Then I heard curses. I ran away and saw Radleigh walking away with my sister in his arm towards the door of the bar. I'm going after them! But when I ran outside the bar, I couldn't find them. They are was out of my sight. Damn it. I need to find and confront them.

But his son’s assault was only just beginning. “Second strike” “Third strike” “Fourth strike” “Fifth strike” “Sixth strike” *Bam*

It clearly wasn't over, not till I said so. Zane exhaled. "You're not done!!! Fine!!" The words were barely out of his mouth when I struck him hard with my claws. He ducked and rolled, avoiding my blow with mere inches. To counter, he struck hard, and with a swift swipe, his claws raked by my side and sent me tumbling to the ground. "You're no match for me Rowan, and never....." Zane started but he was cut short as he looked up and noticed an arrow shot towards him. With a sudden act, he caught the arrow but it's effect on him made him to stagger backwards.

Noah prevented him from walking away with Emily. “Get out of my way,” Logan growled. “I can’t. until Emily assures me she is fine. " Logan grabbed Noah by the collar and punched him in the face. Noah toppled over in pain. Just as Logan was about to turn. Noah tackled him by the knee. Causing Logan to fall. Noah gripped Logan’s neck with his arm, strangling him. He struggled for a while before jabbing Noah's rib with his elbow. Noah screamed in pain, loosening his grip. Logan took advantage and began punching him. Noah tried blocking his punches with his arm.

If word ever got out, Edric would realize her crimes and make her suffer. Compared to seeking revenge on Jackson, she was more afraid that Edric would find out about her background. She had to find a way to solve this problem. She would never let Jackson, that b*stard, off. She would let him go free and unfettered for a few days first. When she recovered, she would think of a way to deal with him. She said, "I feel that the man who had hit me could be a lunatic. Otherwise, why would he suddenly apprehend me when I had nothing to do with him?" "I feel that way too. There's no grudge between you and that stranger. Why would there be a fight then? He must be a mentally ill person," Hodge echoed

I stepped toward him, anger boiling over. However, before I could get close, Nancy blocked my path. "Joshua, are you done making a scene? If you're not, you can keep going, but we're leaving." She yanked off her black mourning dress and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. As Gilbert walked past, he deliberately stepped on it, then glanced back at me, his eyes full of open provocation. My whole body trembled. The next second, I lunged forward and drove my fist straight into his face.

“Then we prepare for the next strike. Because the next one will not end with retreat.” Thunder rolled overhead again, louder than before.

Waiting. for the right moment to strike.

When another one of the girlfriends stopped me to get her some water, I dumped the whole glass over her head and strode right out of there. And with that, my resolve to leave Caleb grew even stronger.

Maya snarled and attacked again. This time, I didn’t dodge. I stepped into her strike, catching her wrist with one hand and slamming the sharp end of my broken staff into her abdomen with the other. She gasped. The impact sent another shockwave through her body and her knees bent beneath her. She staggered back. Around us, murmurs and whispers filled the air as the audience processed what had just happened. I straightened, rolling my shoulders as I gazed down at her. “One strike,” I murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. “And you’re already struggling.”