Punching Bag Synonym Novels & Stories

Speed in my arms. Lily's eyes flicker from the normal forest green to that of Azura's. Green glow with specks of gold. The deep rumble of her growl tremored through her mind and into her throat. The design of the punching bag heightened as Azura's eyes matched with hers. Tightly woven fabric. She shifted her foot back to pivot with her hips as she brought her shoulder blade towards the center of her back. The growl reached up to her tongue and seeped through her elongated fangs. As she gritted them together, she thrust her fist forward. There was a flow of wind that pushed against her knuckles before her fist contacted the bag. The bag rippled from the impact and the chain that held it sudde

Killian's POV I was alone in the gym, I needed it. I slid my hands into the punching glove, pulled them tight, and went straight for the bag. My fists slammed into it over and over, short jabs, heavy hooks. The bag rocked and swung, but I didn’t stop. I drove into it harder, teeth clenched, sweat dripping from my jaw onto the floor. Every hit carried something I couldn’t put into words, something knotted inside me that only pain and effort could pull loose.