Spell Knuckles Novels & Stories

"When you hit your target, you want to strike with the first two knuckles, not that flat front part of your fist or the smaller knuckles on your ring or pinky fingers, the bulk of the impact has to be on your first two knuckles, do you understand?" I nodded. "Now," he patted the sparring dummy, "punch and do it correctly." I threw another punch and nearly fell off balance. He had walked around to me and placed a hand flat on my stomach, pushing against it a bit. "Tighten your core muscles. We need to work on your core and leg muscles. Keep your feet apart, it keeps you more balanced. Plant your feet at twelve and five. You need to stay rooted to the ground. Like this–" he had slid his feet a

We hold each other's hands to protect the chain and don't care about the opponents around us. "Dyce tenelais Lunan obturant ea parte cunicuhum consilio duscutumiam Black reginae optamus veneficas audiatur" (Our guide in the darkness of the moon, block thus tunnel and dispel the with black intentions on behalf of the Queen of witches our wish is to be heard)

Faint red marks still linger on my knuckles where he gripped so tight. Killian Voss... I close my eyes. What kind of person are you, really?

Breayna explains. Oh, these two are good. They are being so nice and calm. They are not showing any anger or irritation yet. That’s when I notice that both are wearing something over each of their fingers. They look like claws. What the fuck? I turn to ask Xavier and notice that Kade has joined the group. He explains that they have titanium metal claws that can slip over each finger. He says they are incredibly sharp, and the girls keep them that way.

One Striga down, only a couple hundred more to go. That first exorcism took so fucking long without silver bullets or holy water. Five more of the shrieking bloodsuckers are already spreading their wings on the inside of that jagged, ever widening hole in the door. I slip on a pair of cross-carved brass knuckles I kept tucked into my trench. Even with one messed up and seriously injured hand, I could hold my own against one, maybe two more of these freaks. Eight dozen is a different story. I jab my fist into a snarling face, knocking it aside, but a pair of claws drive into my shoulder blades before I can even finish off my target.

"This is our barbed spike. It's a little different from the barbed creatures on this planet—ours is made of a stronger material and can cut through most prey or enemies." "It looks like a thin sword." Cleona squinted. "Is that what you use for killing?" "Sometimes." Bobby raised his arm and turned his wrist. "It's very crude and is usually our last defense. A 'Do or Die' weapon." He pointed the said weapon at Galene. "I can't feel hers beneath the skin—except at the elbow, so I think her spike has snapped off—or was sawn off. That's quite a feat—this is ten times stronger than bone. It also doesn't grow back." Bobby shot Galene a sympathetic glance.

He continued, holding eye contact until the ghost of pain flashed across his eyes and he lowered his gaze back to his drink again. "I was the same back then as I am now, although my temper was worse and my mouth less guarded. Although I met him fairly when he issued the challenge, the challenge was anything but fair. He cheated outrageously, but as the son of a neighboring king, no one stepped in when he produced a very unique set of knuckle dusters adorned with tiny little spikes that were designed to inject wolfsbane directly into the bloodstream anytime that he successfully landed a hit during the fight." Lexi's mouth set into a grim line as she listened intently. This Jasper sounded like

“Rumble.” Two huge claws came at him in an instant. The claws were huge, like two small hills. The claw marks on them were hundreds of meters long, and the scales were flashing. They looked like Zhenlong claws. However, the evil aura made Zephyr Khan frown slightly. "Lightning Sword Skill!" Zephyr Khan rapidly cast the Lightning Sword Skill. The terrifying Sword Energy tore through the air like a column as it looked down in all directions and instantly struck out.

These were the dead kobolds' weapons. He turned his attention back to the remaining kobolds. He took the same stance again and executed the skill [Stab]. Swoosh! Holes appeared on the kobolds' bodies at the same time. The kobolds couldn't even respond to his skill. Crack! The sword cracked in his hand. The crack spread quickly and collapsed. “He~”

Breanna didn’t answer immediately, rather with a deep exhalation, she took another bite of her burger and chewed slowly. She swallowed after a while, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “No!,” she said finally, her voice cool. “Blade Knuckle is a precision psychopath—a blade across the throat. No wasted effort and a remarkable clean escape.” She adjusted the focus of her binoculars, her pulse steady and calculating. “This? This is rage.” Breanna continued, voice almost detached. “Whoever did this used their fists. The face is completely caved in. Blade Knuckle’s style is always contracted—no personal feelings attached.”