Next Strike Novels & Stories

Every strike rattled my bones, each one a promise of the storm still to come. No. I wouldn’t go down like this. His next punch reared back—and I snapped forward, fist striking first. The crack of impact silenced the ring. Matteo’s head snapped aside, blood spraying from his lip. He froze, then turned back slowly, eyes burning into mine. For a breath, the world held still.

“Also, it seems Patrick and his son, Hector, are dead as well. “As for Tre-strike… If he comes to Clouspring to avenge his brother, there’s no telling who’s going to walk out of the fight alive.” “That can’t be possible, right? You’ve overestimated Kayson, Father.” Hogan could not refrain himself from querying, “Tre-strike has been growing more and more powerful over the past decade, and no one can survive a third strike from him.” “Go and do it when I order you to do something. Stop talking nonsense!” Bradley said sternly, “Even though you’re the patriarch of the family, I believe that I still haven’t lost all my authority in speech, right?”

I gasped— But Olivine dipped low at the last possible second. The strike missed by the breadth of a hair. His counterattack came in the same breath: a brutal, bone-snapping blow to the ribs. The crack reverberated through the forest, and the stranger staggered, wheezing in pain.

Kelvin knew that it was either he was in danger, or it was just some persons trying to get a record of his activities, either way, he hates being trailed. He parked his car in the underground parking lot. He remained inside for a while contemplating what next to do. Should he step out of his car and get attacked, or should he be the first to attack? Just then, he head a tap on his window. He looked up to see a man dressed in black. It seems his trailer has decided to come meet him in person. Kelvin made a sign of the cross with his hand before opening the door. He stepped out to meet the stranger.

"No. I want more. More than just leaving the marriage. I want my company to be successful, rich, and clean." A cough erupted from my weakened body, and Alex grinned, saying, "I like this part of you. Making your company have all that it needs. It's not a hard thing. I am glad you have decided to join my crew. Do we have a deal?" I adjusted my restrained body on the chair, scoffed, then laughed. "Fuck you. I would never betray my husband. You want to get into his mafia, go find another pawn, you dumb rat." The room echoed with my defiance, but it was met with a resounding slap that turned my face to the right. Pain radiated through my jaw, and I coughed out blood as my teeth jammed against th

The night was three weeks from now by Greymire's calendar, twenty days by Ashford's planning, and Brynn would learn the date by bond on the morning of the strike. "Tell her tomorrow," Davyn said. "Send the new timing down the bond. Carefully. So she has nineteen days to be ready." "Tomorrow," Torrhen agreed. The next morning, in the gray hour before dawn, Brynn felt the bond carry a different shape than it had carried in months. Not warmth alone. Not affection. A piece of information, careful and slow. "Nineteen days. Then we come." She lay in her corner and let the shape settle. Nineteen days. Not seventy-five. The strike was nineteen days away. The team was coming over the back wall on a n

At the next moment, the energy condensed around Brian's palms before ruthlessly striking Woody. Amid the piercing noises of explosion, the ground beneath Brian's feet cracked bit by bit. He had aimed his move at Woody earlier with overwhelming power. His vicious technique left everyone in awe! "So, that's Strikerine's signature move, Quintuple Lightning Strikes. It's amazing." "That brat will certainly die a miserable death!" The audience's eyes were glued to the stage as they held their breath, not wanting to miss any exciting details. Suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted as two figures collided with each other. Right after that, dust and smoke billowed up everywhere on the stage!

"But if you get yourself killed, I’ll kill you again myself." He chuckled, the sound warm and reassuring. "Deal." "And our next strike will be unexpected to them, we have already gotten into their midst, we just have to make something big happen, something that will separate them for good, don't you worry, we'll get your babies back." He assured me and I looked at him with a smile before pulling his head down for a deep kiss, my fingers working on his buttons. I want to forget the pain I was in, I want him, I hate this pain, this feeling of helplessness, it was overwhelming. The only thing grounding me was him...his steady presence, his support.

He says directly to Jessica. “Anything else?” She replies, sounding a bit pissed. “No deadly shots either. The first whose back touches the ground loses.” By now we have a lot of spectators. “Show her what you got, Jessi,” one of her minions screams. She gives a sly smile in my direction, then Gad says, “Strike.” She races at me and goes for my neck immediately, I’m able to clumsily block it. It is just a distraction. She kicks me hard in the belly and lands a hard blow to my face. My ears ring, eyes see nothing but white sparks.

I didn't know what else to do so I joined one of them, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I cleared my throat and turned to the person next to me, someone in a blue mask. "Why are we all standing here? What are we supposed to do?" The blue mask tilted toward me and I heard a woman's voice, cold and suspicious. "Do you know the rules or are you just trying to strike conversation to get a strike?" Strike? "What's a strike?" Someone behind me laughed, low and dark. "A strike means you leave the game before it starts. And you might not actually leave alive."