Spell Knuckles Novels & Stories

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.

He turned to face my direction as soon as he heard my footsteps, his scowl deepened even further at my nearing presence. I got to him, picking up his injured hand. Now that I was closer, I saw that he had busted knuckles too. They were freshly bruised and stained with blood, definitely indicating that he had either gotten into a fight or punched something hard. "It's bleeding. You have a splinter." I pointed out and he looked down on it, showing no reaction whatsoever. "Your knuckles are also bruised, did you fight?" He didn't say anything and instead flicked his hand away from mine. All he did was wipe away the dripping blood with his other palm and went back to smoking.

This was enough only to see the pointed tips of the ears sticking out just above the head and somewhat resembling horns. He involuntarily clenched his fists and immediately noticed that the nails were very sensitively stuck in his palms. His fingers had to be straightened, he froze, looking at his own hands. The fingers remained quite human, but their tips were covered with horny plates, ending instead of nails with sharp spikes, more like needles. From the middle of the hand, like bracers, silvery scales rose up the arm and safely disappeared under the sleeve of the jacket, making one wonder where this innovation ends. - Kim?!

“Thunder Spread!” Jai shouted. He stretched his right hand forward and thunder shot out of his palm. The thunder skill spread open like an umbrella on the snake’s face. It was like a flashbang, the bright thunder blinded the snake’s sight for a few seconds. But it also managed to hurt the snake’s face, because it recoiled back after the thunder hit it.

“Are these real?” Elaina studied the two long swords Chase held carefully before her. The blades were clear and a little scraped up, the handles black with places around the end to slip her hands through. Above the holes were brass knuckles, that way if anyone ever got too close she had something to defend herself with. “The brass knuckles detach.” Elaina said simply scooting over so that Charise could sit beside her. “Honestly, I forgot those were even in there. It was the last thing my father gave me before he died.”

And then he’d crossed his skinny-ass arms across his fuckin’ Metallica tee like he was ready to throw down or something. Punk ass poser. His knuckles hurt. He opened his eyes and held his hand in front of his face. Yeah, he’d punched something. Fingers scraped. Knuckles swollen. Black and blue and sorta yellow and, fuck me, red? Broken? He flexed his fingers. Nah, this was a wood punch, not concrete. Not flesh or bone. Wood. “It’s shit,” he’d screamed at Spike, his fists clenched. Fuck counting back from ten. “It’s fucking shit, man. I just want it fixed. It’ll take two fuckin’ seconds!”

As my claws were infused with a death element, I charged toward the nearest knight, full of glee. I shall call thi… [Death Claws] This is a joke! That almost caused my composure to crumble! You were serious about me being banned from naming my own skills!? It doesn't matter! In the blink of an eye, the shield turned to dust as my claws simply snapped through the knight's neck. Your armour is no longer able to protect you! As the knights backed off, cover the slashed neck, he was unable to even speak, before the death element devoured him, leaving nothing but dust behind.

Nora P.O.V My gaze landed on the table of weapons again. I needed to choose carefully for this round. The knife had served me well, but against their best, I would need something faster, something that would give me an edge. My fingers hovered over a pair of brass knuckles before I picked them up, the cold metal biting into my skin. This would work for me.As I strapped the knuckles onto my hands, I watched as the others armed themselves. Some chose heavier weapons but I knew that strength alone would not get me through this.

And, just as before, Ryu nodded, insisting on being honest. "I... I slapped her," Endo stammered in fear. "Knuckle." Kenji extended his hand, and one of the men stepped forward, producing a brass knuckle from his jacket. It was a weapon worn on the hand, made of iron, about a handspan long, with four holes for the fingers. Kenji slid the weapon onto his right hand, ensuring that all four fingers, except for the thumb, fit into the holes, and tightly clenched his fist.

She deserved another raise. "Okay, let's see this baby," he said as he reached for the envelope opener in his drawer and cut through the box. He pulled out the brass knuckles and held them up, fascinated by how they glowed a rich bronze colour under the downlights. They were cold and heavy in his hands when he slipped them on. Not at all what he'd expected. But then again, what the hell did he expect from a weapon so barbaric? He flexed his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists as he repeated the motions a few times until he was used to the brass knuckles and felt confident enough he could punch someone without hurting himself in the process.