Spell Knuckles Novels & Stories

He screamed at me. I pouted. “Is that any way to talk to your host?” I set the bag down on the floor. It was too big to lay out on the table, and I wanted to see what Malachi was working with before. There were old pliers and hedge clippers. But all the rest were just typical tools that you would find in any toolbox. I picked up the brass knuckles and put one on each hand. “Those were dipped in wolf’s bane.” I heard Malachi through my earpiece.

I wouldn't be surprised if several of the bones in my knuckles are cracked. Nino circled me. "You're good but you seem a bit rusty." Understatement. I am rusty. "Your kicks are strong," he assessed. "But you need to gain more muscle in your arms. You punched me a while ago and it tickled." "My punches don't tickle," I defended. "They tickle, Dylan and I almost heard it squeak too, like a rubber duck." My teeth clicked in annoyance. I'll show you.

"The one made of wood hurts my knuckles." "Really?" Knight chuckled and stepped closer to her. He slipped a hand out of his pocket and grabbed one of her hands, "Do you think your opponent will care about your bruised knuckles during the tournament? In the tournament, there's an unwritten rule for every participant who wants to win; look for your opponent's weakness and attack it." His gaze softened for a moment as he stared at her knuckle. "If your opponent finds out you wince whenever you land a hit with your fists, he'd find a way to render it impossible for you to use them." Knight concluded, releasing her hand.

She says. I removed my hand from the light and what seemed to be a skeletal blueprint before, it immediately materialized the moment I removed my hand. Now, there was a shear glove over my left hand. I tried making a fist and saw micro scales moving. I even feel my knuckles hardening just enough but it was not too constricting. “You said you don’t want your knuckles to turn soft. The shell is hard, but it doesn't protect your knuckles that much so you can still keep your calluses.”

With a smirk playing on my lips, I decided to take a shot in the dark, figuratively speaking. "Look time no see, Piero," I remembered this fuckface. "You were the one who helped Massimo to unload smuggled the guns." He sneered at me like he was a venomous snake about to spit. "It's Pietro, you dumb fuck." I couldn't help but chuckle darkly at Piero's correction. Even Enzo seemed to be enjoying the show. I retrieved the brass knuckles from my pocket, feeling their solid weight in my hand. The knuckles were crafted from gleaming, hardened brass, reflecting a polished sheen as they glistened under the light. Their intricate design showcased a rugged elegance, boasting four individual finger ho

Sleep State Confirmed. Marcus opened his eyes. The Chrome Diamonds gleamed in the dim light. He raised his hands, staring at the faded, blood-stained athletic tape wrapped around his knuckles. Slowly, silently, he let his silver mana bleed out from his core, soaking into the fabric. The tape shifted, turning into a metallic, liquid state. The Liquid Silver hardened, forming invisible, dense brass knuckles over his skin.

A gleam of silver shot toward Blake's chest. Although Blake didn't know what the shining object was, he could feel a sense of extreme danger. He dodged quickly to avoid Caleb's punch. However, he did not dodge quickly enough, and it grazed his abdomen. He felt a piercing pain at once, and Blake realized that Caleb was wearing brass knuckles. However, the brass knuckles were different from ordinary ones. There was a steel needle that was about an inch long on the middle finger. Blake said angrily, "Caleb, you are shameless! How can you wear brass knuckles in a martial arts battle?"

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.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

The elbow was the hardest part of your body since we did not want to sacrifice our heads. I did not avoid a punch on my face, I felt my nose crack so I returned a harder punch. It was hurting me too. I tried to close my fist with align knuckles. If my knuckles would hit a part of it equally, all of it would receive an equal impact. I tried to land a fist on its face and I managed to take it down. Yeah, align my knuckles, move faster, and read your enemy. Its moves and take advantage of its weak spot as they release an attack.