Self Defense Novels & Stories

“Sabrina, put the lamp down. I’m not going to hurt you, I swear on everything.” “Stay back!” I yelled, voice rising. “Don’t you dare come closer. Your fingers were inside me two minutes ago and now you’re… this? What is happening, I can't even have one win, can I?” He holstered the gun slowly, raising both hands. “I know self-defense, okay? Advanced stuff, I’ve had training. When those guys came through the door I just reacted, I was trying to protect you, that’s all. I’m sorry it got this messy.”

Henry chuckled innocently. "I'm just defending myself?" "That's right!" Leroy firmly said; he could not hold back any longer. "Mr. Truman's actions were entirely in self-defense." Chris nodded in approval at Leroy. That young man had potential and could be promoted with proper training. "Nonsense! I didn't even touch him," Celia fumed. She had been slapped for nothing. "But you made a move and were about to harm him. In such a case, self-defense is completely justified. Of course, if Mr. Truman continued hitting you, that would be different," Leroy said.

THUD With that a burst of air gushed inside as a huge chunk of the roof flew off and a claw swiped inside. The man looked up as I took the base of my palm and shoved it under the bottom of his chin as hard as I possibly could. I’d seen some things online about self defense but they’re probably worthless unless you actually try them. Unless you actually have some muscle behind it. But right now I’ve got getting the the fuck out of here behind it. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT,” someone shouted.

Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, he looked like any other guy off the street. "Lesson number one, ladies. The best self-defense is confidence." I smiled as they all looked at me like I was crazy. I shook my head. "And no, I'm not lying. Self defense starts before you ever step foot in a gym or learn how to knee a groin. Research has shown that setting good boundaries, carrying ourselves with confidence, and being unwilling to take the crap that other people want to dish out is the single most effective option in self-defense. And it's good across the board."

With enthusiasm, I followed her lead, attempting to replicate her every move. "Great work, Jeremy! You're doing an excellent job. The key to self-defense is to aim for the vulnerable spots, such as the crotch, eyes, or throat of your attacker. These are the areas that can weaken an attacker and give you a chance to escape," she encouraged me. As we practiced, I could feel my confidence increasing. I realized that defending myself wasn't just about physical strength but also about being mentally prepared and aware of my surroundings. By combining the two, I could significantly increase my chances of survival in a potentially dangerous situation.

He’s strong, but I’m not going to let him just handle me like some defenseless damsel. “Stop fighting, bitch.” “Get off me! I will kill you!” I threaten and I mean it quite literally. If I get to my gun, I will kill him. He clearly means me harm, so this would be self-defense and I won’t think twice about protecting myself as self-preservation is always in the forefront of my mind. He hasn’t asked for money and doesn’t seem to be interested in my bags, so I can only imagine what he wants from me. He grabs a handful of my hair and I whimper before I compose myself and try my next move of poking his eyeballs out with my thumbs while simultaneously kneeing him in the balls, channeling both my h

I stood on a thick pile of fallen leaves, tilting my head back. The blue sky peeked through the gaps in the leaves, and birds on the treetops cocked their heads to make eye contact with me. I have to admit, this was indeed a good place for meditation and inner peace. "But how does this relate to learning self-defense?" "Self-defense can be summarized in two categories: defense and counterattack," Hawk explained, "But most importantly, you must find your own rhythm in tense confrontations." He stood still, beckoning me, "Come, attack me."

I press it hard against his neck. His eyes widen with horror. “What… What are you doing, Zeus?” Norman cries out, horrified. My lips pull thin, my eyes blazing with fury. “Put… Put that thing away…” Norman stammers. I press the sword closer to his neck. My breaths come out ragged. Rage detonates violently inside me. “Father told me once.” I start tightly, “Self defense is no shame. Only malice against one’s kin.” My chest rises and falls in rapid succession. My grip around the sword’s hilt tightens painfully.

Slightly surprised by little humor in his lines, she replied playfully. "That would be wise." "Do you really know how to use that thing?" "Quite so." "Who taught you?" "My sister. She said a woman must have some sort of self defense." He suspected her sister was several times wilder and crazier than what the gossip said about her. "I'm impressed." He said and then added. "Quite a feminine sort of self defense." She reacted defensively at his comment. "We only have a few choices. We don't have physical strength to fight in close combat and a gun will allow us to defend ourselves in a relatively safe distance from the attacker."

Her hands and eyes drift to her bump that is growing everyday. "I know." I kiss her nose and smile. "I don't blame you for what happened. The only thing I am thankful for is the fact that you are alive. If you want, and when you feel up to it, we can talk about a way for you to learn to defend yourself. I know self-defense, and I have people that could teach you. Then the next time someone try grabs you, you can knock him the fuck out."