One Punch Man Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Zach’s POV The man at one time punched her with his powerful fist, one she could not dodge, but she blocked it with her arm which pushed her to her limits as she was blown backwards to the edge of the ring. “Not bad,” he laughed. “Now let’s see if you can keep that up and attack me.” Without wasting any time, she blitzed into him, claws out and fangs ready to attack. When she got into his range, she flipped into the air, turning around before punching him in the face which he easily weaved out of her way.

He believed that so long he flew a little further and disappeared into the forest, he would have a chance of escape. However, Fane was too fast. He glanced backward and was rendered so speechless that he would have spat blood if he could. Fane was going twice as fast as he was, and he had already caught up to him within a few breaths. “Die!” Fane threw a punch, a thick layer of Chi coating his fist, radiating a powerful aura. The man had to stop when he saw this. He also threw his own fist out in retaliation. Bang! However, Fane was too strong. The next second, the man landed onto the ground like a pile of bricks, and a small crater had formed from the impact. The man spat a mouthful of bloo

I quickly stood up from the bed and walked over to the door while flexing my fingers to prepare for the punch that he had no idea, was coming for his face. I heard as he pushed the key into the keyhole, then he turned it twice and the keyhole clicked. Then he opened the door, and bam! I punched him straight in the face. I was sad that I didn't get to break his nose but it felt very fulfilling to see the absolute shock on his face as he placed his hand over the spot I punched him and glared at me with eyes that screamed death but I wasn't even fazed because I knew he couldn't kill me. He couldn't do anything to me except he didn't want to get his powers back anymore.

Why was her pulse hammering beneath my fingers? I wanted to prove something. I wanted to make her feel something for me. My hands started to roam lower— Then suddenly, I was yanked back. Aiden. The force of his grip ripped me away from her and sent me stumbling. Before I could react, his fist slammed into my face. Pain exploded in my jaw, and I barely had time to recover before another punch landed. “This is for the punches you gave me,” Aiden growled. A second later, he landed another, harder one—so hard my head snapped back. My vision blurred.

Everything reminded me of a nightmare I had a few days ago. How much I hope this turns out to be my nightmare as well. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again, hoping that this torture would end once I woke up, but nothing happened. Instead, those monsters grabbed the collar of my dress and pulled it up, intending to tear it in half, but the dress didn't tear. The man holding my hands lowered his torso to assist his friend in removing me from my dress; his torso was just above my face. I saw it as an opportunity and punched his crotch with all my might.

Situshu panicked and shouted, 'You can't fight!' A slap, ruthlessly left in her face. 'Bitch, is it your turn to talk?' After the man flustered and frustratedly finished playing, he felt Japanese, but he couldn't help kicking her. As a result, he didn't react. The man who was just standing not far away didn't know when he had gone around behind him. The next second, he only heard a clear click, and the man's finger was abruptly broken by Pear Month!

And it had worked. The 9th Sky’s eyes narrowed slightly as he phased through Mane again, seemingly surprised that his calculations were off. Mane smiled and retaliated, his fingers passing through the 9th Sky’s body and reaching for his heart. The eyes of the 9th Sky flashed in worry as he pulled away slightly, causing Mane to miss his heart by a few centimetres. That said, he wasn’t let off completely. *Puchi*

Obviously, one of them wearing a white loose t-shirt man has a short temper so without hesitation, after cursing me, he rushed at me to punch me. He was about to punch me but I abruptly avoided him. "My turn.." I said and I give him a punch in his face and at his stomach. His eyes widened at what I said and I scolded him after I punched him. He was already in pain as he held his stomach and he was obviously also squirming because after I punched him. "The hell! Darn you!" until I was attacked by two idiots who were with that man who received my first punch. I dodged the punch from that one guy and I also punched him in the face which he retreated.

When he realized I seemed to be distracted, he bit my lip, as if it was punishment, and started to attack deeper into my mouth, stealing all my air and leaving me a whimpering mess. The phone continued to ring, the band's signature low, murmuring vocals wrapped around the bass's hum, like a secret buried deep in the heart, slowly seeping into the air. "It's all wrong, all wrong… "All wrong, all wrong, all wrong… "All wrong…" As the song gradually built toward its climax, someone kicked hard at the bedroom door. I opened my eyes in a daze. "Is… Is someone knocking on the door…?" The man nibbled my earlobe, his voice hoarse and slurred, "Must have been the wind, baby…"

He looked at the brat closely watching his drug-out eyes. “What do you want?” “I am looking for someone?” Richard tried kicking him again. The swift reaction he didn’t expect. Johnny grabbed his leg before flipping the brat onto his back. Two solid blows on his chest kept Richard Down. He tried yelling for his friends but they stood frozen in one spot. They were not looking at him but behind him where the pale man stood with arms crossed. They never saw him; he was just suddenly there. “Who are you looking for?” Johnny questions with another punch viciously in the stomach.