Nezuko Kicking Novels & Stories

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

When he pulled his giant palms away from his eyes, they were watering. He came back at her, angrier than ever, but this time, she had an even better advantage than she had before because he couldn’t see her clearly. Nya took the opportunity to launch a counter attack, kicking him several times in the gut. He stumbled back, and she spun around, landing a roundhouse kick to the side of his head. He tumbled backward again, connecting hard on the rock. Nya moved in again, intending to make sure that this was over now, but Slate stepped between her and Gator, putting a hand on her shoulder. “That… that will be enough.”

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

I growl again, knowing that Raina is helping Brooke remove my marks from her body. When I feel air blast me backwards, I snarl. Yeah, she knows I’m here. However, before I can do anything, I’m hit in the back of the head with a fireball. I turn, ready to fight, when I see Kenna on the ground, holding another fireball in her hand. “What are you doing, Iniko? Eavesdropping is beneath dragons,” she growls. “Maybe I was trying to find the truth that no one was willing to give me before, Kenna,” I snarl.

he exclaims and runs toward Nero. I get up and watch the two of them, my heart exploding with happiness. Nero winks at me before picking Nereo up and turning him upside down over his shoulder before walking away. Nereo is squealing with happiness and telling Nero to put him down, but we can both tell he doesn’t mean it at all.

She clamped her massive fingers around the wood, halting Zuri’s momentum completely. Zuri’s eyes widened in genuine surprise, but she didn't panic. With a terrifyingly graceful twist of her hips, she let go of the staff entirely, using Mwajuma’s own grip against her as a pivot point. Zuri vaulted into the air, launching a devastating, spinning heel kick aimed directly at Mwajuma’s temple. Mwajuma dropped the staff, raising both arms to guard her head. The kick landed with the force of a swinging anvil. The sheer kinetic energy pushed Mwajuma sliding backward across the mat, her heavy boots squeaking against the polished petrified wood. Her arms stung, a dull throb radiating through her forea

--- By late afternoon, the Council’s forces were faltering, but not defeated. A massive wolf, an emissary of Vorrek himself, shifted before the main line. Muscles corded and scars crisscrossed his body, eyes blazing with ruthless intent. He leapt into the valley like a living battering ram, scattering defenders in his wake. Kael moved instantly, intercepting him mid-leap. They crashed together in a thunderous clash, golden and black against steel-gray, the sound echoing across the ridges.

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’

Drake," he exclaimed angrily. Emily’s heart melted, and she faced the king and queen. She was glowing again as the moon appeared from the clouds. She swallowed hard, making a loud growl. "Venatores peribunt." Monui te. Totum rouges regnum est. " (The hunters will die. I warned you. The whole kingdom of the rouges.) "Interfice nos, plus est." The king blurted out (Kill us. There is more.) "Watch how I will kill the prince and break his bones into pieces and burn him to ashes," Drake said dangerously. Emily played the light in her hands while Drake softly killed the prince. They are throwing each other’s deadly death glares. The prince screamed in pain until his voice couldn’t even be recogniz

I promise, stepping into the open space. We both get into it, the spirit of the night giving permission for unfiltered joy. Anton kicks up a leg and then twirls dramatically, his chef’s apron swinging around him like a matador’s cape. I mimic him, throwing in a few silly moves of my own—a mix of the robot and some awkward moonwalking. “Oh my god, what is that?” Leah asks, doubled over with laughter as she captures the whole thing on her phone. “It’s the ‘Abby Shuffle,’ patent pending!” I shout over the music. Chloe is laughing so hard she nearly spills her drink.