One Punch Man Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Without a phone, I had no choice but to walk back to the city. Rain came down hard, soaking through my clothes, mixing with the tears on my face as I kept moving forward. I walked for hours, long enough for exhaustion to dull the fear, long enough for the rain to wash the past out of my head. By the time the sky began to lighten, I saw a woman setting up a small roadside stall. "Oh my goodness! What happened to you?" She wiped her hands and hurried over. The moment she touched my arm, she flinched, then frowned and pressed her palm to my forehead.

“Good. Now, we can get going.” Something about the way she said those words—maybe it was how casually she said them—made me break away from my trance and race toward her. The man noticed this and immediately rushed to intercede me. Leonora peered back at me with unbothered eyes. Once the man touched me, I made a fist and punched him directly on the face. He staggered backward, getting closer to the edge. It was then that the malignant thought to push him crossed my mind, and I felt every muscle in my body force me to do it. I lunged at him and shoved him as hard as I could. His eyes widened as he stumbled over the empty air and went crashing down with a scream.

She cursed pointing to the coffee stain at the shoulder area of her T-Shirt. "You can wash that out Xayne,Okay". "Off i go to the restroom and dont fvcking come with me". She said and walked away. The Hoodie dude could be seen running fast down the hall way, he almost ran into a man reading a newspaper but swiftly ran down the stairs instead. He bumped into a woman who grabbed him against the wall but he headbutt her which caused her eyes to turn yellow as her face became creepy, His finger nails grew into thick claws and he thrust it into her side twisting it,

No fucking way. “Briley Cross,” Michael said again, an ugly smile spread right across his disgusting face. He gestured at the massive man standing next to him. “My friend here has a few questions for you.” Without any warning, without even a word, the man (who surely had to be Crusher, with hands like that), punched Briley in the face. It was so fast that she didn’t even see it coming. All she knew was that with a single blow, she was on the floor, her nose was bleeding, and she was utterly terrified already. She suspected that he’d barely used one-tenth of one percent of his enormous strength, and it was still enough to take her down.

Judging by the startled look on his face, not by choice. “This should be interesting,” said me. “Yes. I’ll be going, then.” We exchanged nods. I’m not sure if that meant we were best buds or what, but we had come to an understanding at least. I willed myself back into my body and opened my eyes at the exact same moment I’d left. I pulled my hand towards my chest, and the spike flew out of the lizardman’s grasp, shot across the room, and stabbed me in the palm of my hand. Not quite what was planned, but close enough.

“You’re going to regret crossing me.” Before he could respond, I punched him. Hard. My fist connected with his face in a brutal snap. He staggered, and I hit him again. And again. I didn’t stop until he crumpled to the floor, unconscious and bleeding. Breathing hard, I dragged him out the back exit. The corridor was empty everyone still at the gathering. Perfect. I hauled his limp body to the car, threw him into the trunk, and slammed it shut with a final bang of satisfaction.

This was more fruity on a subtle feminine than the masculine side. We were fighting each other; myself struggling to keep this going while he wanted to break it up. It felt like I was stronger and winning. Slowly, I traced down from his chest to his pants, fumbling with the zip. The door flung open, followed by a bone-breaking punch landing on his cheek. "How dare you touch my mate, Cross!"

the large muscled man said in amusement, walking toward him while cracking his fist, "Come on, entertain me." The buff man gave off five punches, but he quickly dodge all of it. After dodging, the blond immediately form a fist and landed a strong punch to the man's stomach causing him to roll his eyes backward and pass out with a huff. The thin man was in complete hesitation of what to do, with fear spreading in his entire body, seeing the young man knock down two of his strong friends made his legs shake. Then an idea of making the girl, infront of him, as hostage cross his mind like lightning. He quickly took the knife in his pocket, and was about to grab Mayari.

His whole body vibrated destructively so much the wave of the punch spread to his back, their head hitting each other forehead, chin, or nose bridge, it created a domino effect. Almost 12 men were down at the same time. The punch was too powerful enough to send five people directly to the dreamland at once. Without giving a break, she sprinted in a second toward the next target and elbowed his neck so much that another crack sound echoed between them. The body lost its consciousness as soon as that. She ran toward the duo who flinched when their eyes connected and took a step backward. While running, she bent down and grabbed a handful of sand before she slid down across the grass to them an

This is a puppet within a shell of Justin. His punches are becoming sloppy. I let him deliver two or three more hits and then I see my opening. I punch him square in the jaw. His head snaps to the side and before he can regain his senses, I punch him again and again. He falls off me and hits the ground. I pin him down and wrap my hands around his throat. I squeeze tighter and tighter as I feel the fragile muscles within his next straining for reprieve. He won’t find any. Justin POV