Punch Characters Novels & Stories

Sarcasm drips from my words. Thane charges towards me with incredible speed, his elbow poised and ready. Just as he reaches me, he unleashes a powerful punch into the air. I raise my arms in the shape of an X and swiftly intercept his punch, my feet gracefully sliding backward from the sheer force of the blow. The sleeves of my shirt split at the seams on my shoulders due to my well-defined muscles.

“Hah!” *Bang* *Crack* The sound of Kylie’s shoulder bones being crushed rang out, yet the person who experienced the bone shattering strike did not have any expression on her face. Apart from the slight grimace that she showed upon contact, she did not react any further. Looking at her stoic expression, Aiden was unmoved. His eyes flashed brightly as he pulled back his arm and threw a punch! *Puchi*

Three— Punch. --- The impact cracked through the hallway. His head snapped sideways. A gasp broke from somewhere behind them. Belle’s knuckles stung instantly. Sharp. Bright. Real. But she didn’t feel it. Not really. --- Punch. He staggered. Lost balance. Tried to steady himself. Didn’t get the chance. --- Punch. He hit the ground. Hard. --- And still— She didn’t stop. --- Each hit was controlled. Not wild. Not messy.

He furrowed his brows for a moment. However, just as Osiris was pleased about his remark, Zayn had already thrown a punch. It was a simple, unadorned, straightforward, concise punch that landed heavily on Osiris’ chest. A poof that sounded like poking through a layer of paper was heard when he punched through Osiris’ chest. On the other hand, Osiris’ body halted to a stop as well. He widened his eyes in disbelief and lowered his head to look at his wound incredulously….

He pulled me towards him in a forceful manner. I was so irritated and furious that if I had been a cartoon character, you could literally see smoke emitting from my ears. I jerked my hand away from his grip, forcefully, and punched him straight in the jaw. Yes! You're right! I punched him! Not a slap but a punch! Where did that boldness come from?! God! My knuckles are hurting! But I didn't show my pain to the bloody bastard. His friends, though, were having fits of laughter as several of them doubled over their chairs, clutching their stomachs. Yeah! Serves you right, you miserable rat.

That punch seemed to have been able to destroy space itself. The Rank 3 Ancestor Ranked Dark Race saw the punch and was stunned. He wanted to stop his footsteps but realized that he could no longer do so. Broom! Lucas' punch drove right through the Rank 3 Ancestor Ranked Dark Race.

I don't budge, I squeeze his balls with my other hand and his body fucking shakes. Like a damn fucking spasm. "Tell me.. " he looks at me, breathing loud and heavy "Are you gay" he rolls his eyes "or you're just turned on by me?" Pleasure course through me as I watch his eyes widen. With force, he punches my face. It is so sudden I fall down then he race out. "Get him!" someone yells "Let him leave" I order and the movement stop. Finally, I stand up and look around. Phones still out. Even Vlad, Caden and Elliott are looking with a hint of surprise

AIDEN I'm completely absorbed in the game, my heart racing with every punch and kick. The characters on screen are exchanging blows, their grunting sounds and the clash of fists and feet filling the air. My fingers fly across the controller, tapping out complex combinations of buttons in a frantic bid to keep my character upright. Sweat is starting to build up on my palms as I grip the controller tightly, my eyes fixed intently on the screen.

POV: Keith *Punch*, *punch*,..... I continue hitting the punching bag furiously. I needed to blow off some steam to take my mind off the transaction that would take place today. It was an important arrangement, a necessity I’d say. I was closing a deal with the late Sir Cooper's wife and daughter, mainly his daughter because everything now belongs to her after the death of her father, which is totally her fault if you ask me. Well, I wouldn't be signing with that bitch in person, the mere thought of being in the same space with her irritated the fuck out of me.

*punch* *punch* His death should be the cruellest death in this history. I want to give him that. *punch* *punch* *punch* I will give him the most painful death. I WILL! *hard punch* *bag torn and sand fell with a 'whoof' sound* Yes! Just like this bag, you will fall on my mother's feet, lifeless! I promised that faceless monster in my imagination. I sighed and removed the layer hanging and replaced it with a new bag and continued to work out my anger. While I was at the verge of breaking the fifth bag, The door to my small gym slammed opened and my mom sighed in relief.