Spell Knuckles Novels & Stories

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.

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)

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.

"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

Looking up at Teema, Skul saw Kiri had also changed her own fingernail into her own long white curved claw and had it poised on Teema’s chest, while Horken held her steady. “What the…?” Rex asked, his voice catching in his throat.

He would never let himself be killed by a Strength of a level nine insect. “I admit I was being careless earlier, you won’t get another shot this time!” Ricky said as he moved his palms. Suddenly, a green pair of brass knuckles appeared on his hands. This pair of brass knuckles were different as it shone in a green hue with odd energies wafting about. “It’s time for you to die!” Ricky grovelled, it was as though bouts of energy were about to pour out from his mouth. It did come out elsewhere though as the ground below him shook and cracked. He was releasing a lot of energy.

Sera My knuckles ached with a dull, heavy pulse. I looked down at my hands. The skin across my knuckles was completely split. Thick, dark blood coated my fingers, dripping slowly onto the packed dirt. It wasn't my blood. I stepped off Taya. My boots squelched in the mud we had created from frost and sweat.

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.”

The spikes piercing different arteries. Taking a little "Life Blood" as it did so. The spear fell to the side. His arms were almost lifeless. "Ugghh! What is going on?!" Panicking, he felt the kunai's start to spin inside. His lungs were shredded from the contact and his bones were scraped. "Kuff!"