Spell Knuckles Novels & Stories

It was as if he hit a very solid material without penetrating then he spoke. “I don’t care who you’re or what you’re I will finish you right here, right now...” “Do… Try.” The being countered as mass of thin tendrils weaved together on his arms to form a knuckleduster with three long claws extending on both hands. The man eyes slightly widened at the sight of it.

"What I said was I don't need *you* to be afraid." Cain's hand did not move beneath hers. Her fingers pressed down one by one on the back of his hand. As if counting something. His knuckles arched slightly under her palm. The second joint of his index finger bore the thick callus of a sword grip. The third joint of his middle finger carried an old blade scar. The edge of his pinky held a thin patch of chilblain scarring. In the same position as the faint red mark on the webbing of her thumb.

Instinct took over and with the guidance of Scarlett, the baby latched onto her mother’s breast. “Definitely my child.” Knuckles murmured as he gently brushed his hand over her soft red curls. Protect what’s mine The tattoos over his knuckles held a new meaning as he looked at them holding his daughter. Neither saw Siobhan as she snapped a picture of them. Nessie leaning against Knuckles’ bare chest with Abigail at her breast. Finger tattoos proclaiming PROTECT WHAT’S MINE cupped the tiny head. The other hand declaring DEFEND WHAT’S MINE were interlaced with smaller fingers with runes on them holding the small body.

Orion's POV Leon handed me a pair of brass knuckles without a word, his face expressionless as he placed the cold metal in my palm. I looked down at them for a moment—heavy and solid, the metal gleaming dully in the warehouse's dim lighting. Then I slipped them onto my right hand, flexing my fingers to get used to the weight. The brass knuckles fit perfectly, like they'd been made for this exact purpose. Like they'd been waiting for this moment.

Once she was settled, the RN walked out. "How are you?" I asked. "Tired. You? Dr. Lockwood said he would look at your knuckles." I looked at my taped fingers and said, "One is broken, but he just buddy-taped my pinky and ring fingers. together." "Is that gonna be enough?" "It has to be; nothing else can be done." I knew I had to explain the condition of my knuckles. Thankfully, Lockwood had unknowingly helped me come up with an excuse.

He cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck until it popped. Then, he grinned. “It’s time for a fucking rematch,”

Releasing a small growl from his throat he charged into the path of Professor Huckleberry, his spear-wielding arm pulled back menacingly! Spiralling Spear! *Boom* A simple thrust it seemed, but Professor Huckleberry’s expression changed swiftly upon sensing the dangerous might of that thrust. The wind pressure generated by that thrust alone had blown his clothes back with great force! His attention switched from Kylie to Jack once again, and his thoughts of capturing both momentarily disappeared from his mind. How long had it been since he felt danger like this, the professor wondered. Now more serious than ever, he pulled his arms back and spread his fingers apart. Taking a small breath to

… Meanwhile, as Ronan and Oscar went their separate ways, Gideon and Winter also got moving. Gideon wanted to meet Ronan because he was amazed by the latter's self-created Doombringer Knuckle. Compared to Oscar's Thundering Bruiser, his move was even more impressive. It was a seriously powerful fighting style. And Ronan mentioned it was still in its early stages and could improve for the better. Gideon didn't expect Ronan to teach him the Doombringer Knuckle, but he hoped they could chat about it. He figured it would help him a lot.

He took a big step forward and turned his shoulders, elbows, and knees into murderous weapons. The harsh sounds of bones cracking chilled them on the spot. Their bones were broken, and their tendons were severed. All of them were crippled. Chu Xun showed no mercy at all. If he could break two bones of an opponent, he wouldn't leave anyone of them. "Dare you to tell us your name?" Zu Si's eyes looked sinister. "I dare not," Chu Xun answered. He stepped forward and stepped on a shank of a Chosen One. With a cracking sound, the shank was broken. Then he crushed the arms of the same person.

The skin on my knuckles tore open, and blood stained the surface of the dummy. “Again,” he ordered coldly. I forced my body to obey, and struck again. And again. My arms felt heavy, but I couldn’t stop. I bit down on the pain, wincing every time my knuckles hit the dummy. Blood dripped down the back of my hand now. My fingers trembled when I pulled back, but I still pushed forward. “Where is your wolf?” Lucas asked suddenly. I froze mid-strike, my fist paused at the surface of the dummy. My chest tightened at his words.