Sharp Short Blows To The Surface Of The Chest Novels & Stories

Pain exploded in my shoulder as his bite grazed too close. I shoved him back, forcing myself forward again, slashing across his side. A hit. But it wasn’t enough. He barely reacted. His counter came instantly. A brutal strike that knocked the air from my lungs as I hit the ground hard. My vision blurred. My body screamed. But I forced myself to move. Get up. Get up. Another sharp cramp twisted inside me. My heart raced wildly. Fear flooded my chest. I staggered backward, trying to create space. He noticed.

He was too slow. My blade was a whisper of steel that bit deep into his throat, cutting off his shout before it could fully form. I didn't stop there. I twisted, driving my shoulder into his chest, a brutal, bone-jarring impact that sent him staggering back toward the edge of the cliff. He flailed, his hands clawing at the air, a gurgling, choking sound escaping his lips.

SERAPHINA The first blow landed and all the air rushed out of my lungs, not from pain alone, but from the sheer force of him. The sting radiated through me, hot and deep, every nerve in my skin sparking like it had been lit from within. I bit my lip hard, refusing to give him the sound he wanted. But he didn’t even wait. Another blow came, harder this time, and I jolted forward, my fingers fisting in the sheets and my cheek pressing down on the mattress.

He dropped the silver blade, the metal clattering uselessly against the stone floor, and made a desperate dive toward Sophia, his jaws opening to tear into her shoulder out of spite. No, you don't. I threw my entire weight forward, my massive paw striking him dead in the chest before his teeth could even graze the fabric of her dress. The sheer kinetic force of the blow sent him flying backward across the room. He slammed into the far wall with a horrific thud, his ribcage collapsing inward. He slid down the stone, coughing up dark blood, before going entirely still. Silence slammed down on the ruins, broken only by my heavy, ragged breathing and the dripping of rogue blood onto the ancient

His grip clamped around my right hand— A sickening crack split the air as bone gave way beneath his strength. Pain exploded up my arm, white and merciless. Before I could wrench free, something sharp drove into my chest. And everything stopped. My gaze fell onto the sharp knife that drove on my chest that I couldn't even evade. It rammed onto my chest, almost an inch away from my heart. Blood had poured from my chest as I glanced as I dropped my weapon and slowly fall onto the ground, huffing, my chest were heaving as if the oxygen around me had narrowed.

I just had to time it right. I let myself stay on the defensive a little longer, making him feel more confident in his strikes. I let him back me up against a wall and I crouched down with my hands to my face as if awaiting a final blow. He raised the blade with his right hand, leaving himself open for a second. I shot my fists upwards and forward, straight into his chest. My wrists connected with flesh and then bone and then flesh again. I watched his eyes widen in surprise as the blade fell from his hands and he stumbled backwards. I held his still beating heart in my hands and with my eyes still on his, I pulled it out.

Another punch comes out of nowhere—harder, faster—slamming straight into my face. Before I can recover, a brutal kick drives into my stomach, knocking the air right out of my lungs. I double over, breath hitching, vision blurring as pain rips through me.

It gives a deep pang in my head, somehow I was aware of every pounding of my veins before another harsh kick landed on her ribs. A sharp pain clawed on my heart, pushing my limit to stop functioning. As if the reflexes could help, my knee move closer to my chest, bearing the deep protrusion like a stabbing pain. That took my breath entirely. For a moment there, I can't even move, can't even draw a soft breath, as both throbbing in my head, the sharp protruding on below her chest.

For half a second, everything was fine. Then pain tore through my chest. It came out of nowhere. Sharp. Violent. Like someone had reached into my ribcage and wrapped their hand around my heart, squeezing without mercy. My breath left me in a harsh gasp as my knees buckled beneath me. I staggered back, my grip loosening. John didn’t hesitate. He took advantage of my stumble, landing one blow, then another. I barely felt the impact over the agony ripping through my chest. I fell hard to the ground, curling instinctively as the pain intensified.

The burly man frowned slightly but quickly launched a punch. Boom! Their fists collided in midair, and the resulting shockwave reverberated with a thunderous sound! Eldon seized the opportunity and struck the opponent's left rib with his palm. He then felt as if he had slapped a steel plate and the impact left his hand numb. The opponent sneered disdainfully and immediately launched a counterattack. Boom! A punch struck Eldon squarely in the chest, the force piercing through his back, leaving a circular tear in his outer garment.