One-punch Comic Book Novels & Stories

Marcus The school calls in the middle of the morning, the principal's voice is tense, embarrassed, she tells me that Léon got into a fight, that he hit another boy, that someone needs to come, that it's serious, that it's important, that it's urgent, and I don't hesitate for a second, I take my car, I cross the city, I park haphazardly in front of the school, I enter, I run, I push open doors, I cross hallways, I climb stairs, I arrive in the principal's office, and I see Léon, my son, my son who is five years old, sitting on a chair, his fists clenched, his eyes red, his lips trembling, not crying, not crying because he is strong, because he is brave, because he is a man, because he doesn't

He sent, with a wink emoji. "I think you have hit your head against the wall, for saying this." Alex joked. "What's the age difference between you two?" "Guy, I don't know! Stop all these. I know where you're driving." Alex sent, with a laughing emoji. "Fine, you caught me. Sorry." He replied, and sent a sticker of a person raising his hands in surrender. Due to the stroll, Alex had to end their talk. "You ready?" His sister knocked on the door to his room.

"Hahaha! Ms. Turnbull… your lackeys aren't at all impressive, but they sure can boast!" "You never know," Vicky retorted, having absolute faith in Frank. "Hmph," Jackie snorted. "Break his legs, Uno." Uno flexed his wrist in turn. "Time to die, kid." He launched a missile-like punch at Frank's head right then! Frank did not move. He simply kept watching until Uno's fist was about to hit his face, and he suddenly raised his hand, grabbing hold of the fist while stopping Uno from moving an inch. "What…" Uno's eyes bulged in disbelief. How was a scrawny brat like him that strong?!

You started the song Izzy Valentine, you must complete it. “What’s your favorite comic?” he breathes as we stand there, pretending not to notice Larry. “Huh?” Ivan sighs, standing in front of me, forcing me to look at him. “What’s the name of your favorite comic book? It could be the one you’ve written, or the one you read.” Oh. That was easy. “Banana Splash.” He quirks a brow, and I feel my cheeks heat up. “It’s about this kid who slipped on a banana peel and ended up in an alternate universe where he was the villain, and had to figure out how to beat the super heroes. He also had banana powers.”

He felt impatient. With a roar, their palms met, and their internal energy clashed. The man’s expression changed dramatically. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew back. The woman’s eyes widened as she watched in disbelief. “Artie!” she cried out. The man was Agent One of the Outlaws Department, and they were both in the class of agents that was the most powerful. Even older Martial Saints were not able to defeat them, much less younger martial artists. Yet, one palm strike from Dustin had sent Agent One flying and spitting blood.

It frustrated me that he thought me so little of me that he was convinced I was unable to make my way to the dinning hall. I stepped forward, Vycer's hands locked into mine. I hated that feeling. The feeling of interlaced fingers. Every part of my body wanted to rip my hand from his yet, I also found the warmth of his palms soothing, settling. So much different from the icy embrace that he sported just a day earlier. It very much reminded me of Jace. How he, and his people, always felt warm. It didn't matter what group of Wild Ones I encountered on my travels because they all emitted the same warmth. As if they could channel the heat of the sun into their hands. I had never met anyone who co

The sound of my dress ripping makes my spine tingle. So much for selling this on eBay. A gust of wind blankets my backside and that's when I realize I'm mooning this handsome stranger. Could this day get any worse? The man runs to my side. His hands clasp mine to help me up, and I notice his palm is much larger than mine. Bigger than Jacob's too. Looking at him, his dress shirt is rolled up to his elbows, showing strong forearms. He starts trying to help me cover my ass, and my cheeks flush. His hands grabbing all over me making me flustered, I begin to slap his hands away in what looks like a bad attempt of patty cake.

I gritted my teeth as I stood up and ripped the pliers from his leg, throwing them across the room. "How many were there?" I asked, turning around and facing Christoper again. His skin was paler now, and he was on the verge of passing out. I gripped his shirt and tipped his head up to face me. "How many were there?" I shouted. "Three big guys, I didn't see their faces. The one guy he, he said something about getting his family on his side. So I hid until they thought I was gone, and I followed them out of the abandoned warehouse by the docks. He said something about his daughter being a cop and that if he could get her, then they'd have better access to arrest and hospital reports." I punche

After five years of hurting each other, I was finally tired of Aiden Russell. Five years ago, I finally brought down the biggest drug lord in the Walled City and avenged my father, Paul Chadwick, who had died in the line of duty. But Aiden refused to let the drug lord's daughter, Naomi Siddall, die. He even threatened to take his own life just to force me to agree. After the operation, Aiden brought Naomi back to our home. From that day on, we never stopped hurting each other. Once, I held a knife to Naomi's throat. Aiden immediately pointed his gun at me without hesitation. When I threw away Naomi's medicine, Aiden stripped me and threw me out into the freezing snow. Then one day, Naomi tim

Mima's POV It's the next person's turn and like the other, he attacked first rushing towards me with his fists balled. I knelt down, doing the same move as earlier and punching him. Moving him slightly backwards. He winced from the hit but regained his composure immediately. He came at me again but this time. I just held his hand and slowed the speed of his punch that was supposed to come at me. I imbued my powers in my palms to make it hot and he didn't flinch from it. I tried harder but he didn't show any reaction.