Sonic Knuckles Tails Novels & Stories

I look back at Skinner. He hands me a small knife; I pulls up my shirt sleeve and cut a small line putting the same pressure Knuckles was and all I do is wince slightly. I wave the knife at him when I'm done. I see Knuckles smirking at me. The skin starts to tingle where I put the small cut and I feel a rush run through me.

Marcus staggers backward, eyes wide, looking down at his shirt where four parallel tears have appeared in the fabric. Four tears that match exactly the spacing of my fingers. "Aeliana." Marcus's voice sounds far away, even though he's standing right in front of me. "Look at your hands." I don't want to look. I can feel them changing, feel something sharp emerging from my fingertips, feel strength flooding through muscles the kind of power that is fuelled by anger and the need to kill. But I look anyway. Claws. Actual claws where my fingernails should be, curved and razor-sharp. My hands look longer somehow, more graceful but infinitely more dangerous.

"Second, the 'Flash-Freeze.' It’s a concentrated version of the stabilizer you’ve been stealing. When inhaled, it triggers a hyper-calcification of the marrow. Its 'locks' their shift. If they're mid-transformation, they stay that way, fragile, brittle, and incapable of using their strength." "And third, the Sonic Disruptor. Their hearing is 20% more sensitive than a natural wolf’s, as your friends had demonstrated at the arena, but much more lethal. This device emits a frequency that resonates with the kinetic redirection plating in their bones. It creates a feedback loop. To them, it feels like their own skeleton is trying to vibrate itself into powder." My father reached under the desk an

Kan’s teeth sank into the junction where Timothy’s shoulder met his neck. Timothy’s back arched, a jagged gasp escaping him at the sudden, sharp claim. Kan’s fingers hooked under Timothy’s chin, tilting his head back until it hit Kan’s shoulder, keeping him pinned. While his mouth worked against Timothy's skin, Kan reached down, sliding the sleek silicone plug out of Timothy’s heat only to guide it toward the tighter, demanding ring of his tail.

His tail, which rubbed over her dripping wet pussy, penetrated inside her core, making Medusa wince a bit due to sudden attention. The succubus half moaned and groaned as she could feel her insides clasping Kayden's tail which served as a literal dildo. Due to his mixed blood Kayden's tail differed from both of his servants, similarly numerous other features too like wings. Whereas they both had a heart shaped sharp ending which could potentially slot anyone's throat, Kayden's tail was blunt enough resembling a dildo and he was well aware how to use his traits upto the situational demand. Kayden felt his tail getting wet gradually as he felt Medusa shake under his intimate advancements. The

And all she could do now was defend. She could see that this new attack carried twice the amount of power compared to the one earlier. And that meant that she couldn’t just handle this with her inner energy coat. So she countered with a skill she didn’t need to prepare herself to execute. A special skill much like Silver’s Distort. It was called Sonic Blast. Opening her mouth widely, she inhaled a sharp breath of air, and then violently coughed out this air. But what came out wasn’t a gust of wind. What was returned was a powerful blast that struck against Mane’s blades and did exactly what the skill was named – cause a blast!

Knox is on the floor. Shirtless, soaked in sweat, and something about his body is WRONG in a way that my brain tries to reject before my eyes finish processing it. The muscles under his skin are moving – MOVING, shifting and rippling like something underneath is trying to rearrange itself, and his hands are pressed flat against the hardwood and his fingers are tipped with something that isn’t fingernails. They’re longer and curved and dark and they’ve gouged lines into the floor like trenches, and the word my brain supplies is CLAWS even though that word doesn’t belong in a sentence about a human being.

* With a swipe, the fan sent three slices of air that cut into the cabin and destroying the effects of the trap completely. "Cough! Cough! Cough!" The Scorpion King Sect member came out coughing in a fit. Ren looked at him in wonder. On the back of the man was an actual scorpion tail. With the sect not having much info on the place it was getting information on the members. "Cough! Damn it!" The scorpion's tail moved about as if it was independent of the man. This only piqued Ren's interest even further. "A pity that I can't talk to you first but it is better to kill you to understand that tail on your back." Ren took a single step and flicked the fan. The metal, infused with Ion energy at t

“How dare you be so arrogant by now? “Haven’t you been hit hard enough?” Alex was furious this time. He directly tore off Sion’s slightly torn trousers. A pair of snow-white buttocks were displayed perfectly before Alex’s eyes. Smack! When Alex’s smack landed on them, Sion’s entire body straightened up. She felt excruciating pain. Her fair and soft skin was instantly swollen with a blood-red area from the smack. “You were trying to kill me, weren’t you? There aren’t many Nine Tails left, so why are you still pretending to be some kind of big-tailed wolf here? Is having a tail something incredible? Why don’t you find out if I can sever your foxtail first?”

One asked. One Kelly, he was a fishman with a long slender body. His looks were still mostly human-like apart from the tail, gills and webbed feet and hands. He has slightly tanned skin. His hair was black and cut short. His tail had a fin like an eel’s that stuck out of his butt. He didn’t wear any visible armour but he wore a special magic suit that he made himself. The outfit had a simple design with only a cloak and a strap that carried his scrolls and talismans. His clothing was dark green in colour.