One-punch Comic Book Novels & Stories

If I stop, I die. A flash of movement to my left, and I duck just in time as a blade whistles over my head. I pivot and drive my sword up through the ribs of a soldier barely older than a boy. His eyes widen. He slumps forward. I let him fall. I turn just in time to block another strike. My sword clashes with a curved Oceanan blade, and the force of it vibrates all the way up my arm. I grunt and push forward, locking the man’s sword beneath mine, then wrench it free and drive my boot into his stomach. He falls. Another rushes in behind him.

*Bang* The first beast Mane crashed into was Number 1. The giant ape was almost as large as Silver, and he wasn’t about to be done in so easily. Mane’s fists only found Number 1’s arm guards. And though Mane’s fists were several times smaller than Number 1’s fingers, his punch was ferocious. Number 1 was sent skidding back several meters, and his arms shook violently due to the powerful after effects of Mane’s devastating strike.

"Are you sure? Your boobs are kind of nice..." "JAKE!" I yelled and pushed him off of me and punched him on the chest.

"Oi! Whatcha' think ya doing?!" "This is a public family place! And you're drinking! Get out before I make this scene a lot worse than it already is." Lucas growled at the drunk human, his eyes turning black. "W-woah! Your eyes!" The guy shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "You know what. I think I should teach you a lesson. Shouldn't mess with me kid!" Ava sucked in a breath as the guy went to throw a punch at Lucas. Rolling his eyes, Lucas blocked his poorly aimed hit and socked him in the eye, promptly knocking the guy out cold.

But the handsome, hot, shirtless man suddenly materialised out of nowhere, surging forward past her and driving the heel of his right palm up into the nose of another dark beast. Andrew! Her neighbour? What the hell was he doing here anyway? Diana grumbled under her breath. "Why—" Then another beast’s face exploded in a red mist of blood, his head snapping back, staggering rearwards. Andrew wasted no time, twisting his torso and hips to deliver a left punch to the solar plexus of the beast. The beast coughed up blood in a spurt and went toppling over backward, showing his fangs, before landing in a heap on the rooted soil.

“Dione, it’s simple. You’ve been caught already, and I’ll make sure you rot in here for the several crimes you’ve committed. Why not just confess now to make things easier?” “Easier for you or for me?” He chuckled and put his cuffed hands on the table. “You know, I really liked you despite all your good girl attitude. If I wasn’t locked up here, maybe we must have had sex by now so you feel what you’ve been missing out on and what your hawk of an ex here didn’t give you.” Before I could take in his words, Jordan, who had been standing by me, launched toward Dione, punching the hell out of him. “Damn you, fool,” he yelled as his fist kept colliding with Dione’s face.

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

If anything happens to them we get punished…those pampered princesses. I came through another man's shadow, but he noticed me. I grabbed the tip of his gun, pushing it up and then punching him dead in the throat. I am not sure why, but the throat seems to be my favorite place to punch. Maybe it's the feel of hitting an Adam's apple hard enough to break beneath my fist. The man spit up blood and I punched him in the throat again. This time I crushed his windpipe. I watched him choke on his blood, slowly dying beneath me.

She said timidly as she took a step towards him and holds the lapel of his jacket. Daniel swallowed the lump in his throat at the sight of the vulnerable woman; "I have a plan and it would only be successful if you do exactly, as I say you to do" Daniel tried to assure her but the lady in front of him was still puzzled making him sigh in frustration. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he met her eyes which were looking at him questionably. "Hide!" He said firmly. With saying that he turned and threw a hard punch on the giant man’s face taking him by surprise. The man fell back on the floor. Daniel took the opportunity and shouted;

Hands in pockets, Jona entered the dark pub, glancing over at the big screen’s cricket game. A crowd watched a replay of the one-day international match. Veering past the snooker tables, Jona zoned in on a quiet booth held by one lone occupant. Jona slid into the opposite seat, and the man straightened. “‘Cheers.’ Really? You chose a bar called ‘Cheers.’”