Stick Figure Violence Novels & Stories

punch, "you masturbated to her picture..." "And it felt amazing—" my fist cut off his stinky words. I hit him again and again. My knuckles split open, blood mixing with his on my hands, but I couldn't stop. Every word he'd said about Camila, every violation, every sick confession fueled the violence pouring out of me. "Apologize, now!' I growled. "Fuck, no." He spat blood at my feet. I drove my fist into his ribs. Something cracked. He wheezed but kept laughing.

Vic met the frightened gazes of the children huddled together under the shield for a few moments, then jumped back again, dodging another blow. The opponents were no longer hiding, he could hear their footsteps - flying, almost not touching the ground, too fast. The Vistolets grinned evilly, ducked under the glowing blade and came close to the enemy. Needle-thin teeth bared towards him, and the deathly-pale face approached within striking distance. Without stopping, without completing the movement, Vic slid the spikes along his neck, pierced the stretched skin and tore it to the vertebrae. Something cracked, black eyes blinked in surprise, and the head unnaturally threw back, hanging on a th

They hadn’t expected the wrath of a man scorned to find them here, in this hidden heart of the city. I didn’t hesitate. Violence was immediate, precise, unflinching. One man lunged at me with a crowbar—I grabbed his wrist, twisted, and sent him crashing into a stack of crates. Another came at me from behind; I pivoted, elbow driving into his ribs, then a swift kick that sent him sprawling across the concrete. The sound of their impact echoed through the building, a symphony of pain and fear orchestrated by my hands.

“Yeah, well sometimes violence is fun.” He grazed her jaw with his thumb before walking to the desk to examine her things. Indignation flared again. He twirled a carbon fiber dart in his fingers. Standing in front of her he was so tall he nearly grazed the light, shoulders broad enough to block her view. Her weapon gleamed. “If you prefer, we can use your method. Violence. Negotiation of the witless.”

But still, I had to stand up but this jerk hurriedly went near me and was crazily going to hit that thick stick at me. “ Damn, stupid jerk, it's violence! ” I yelled in a weak voice and closed my eyes with fear.

For some reason, even before I opened my eyes, I imagined a head rolling off. When I opened my eyes, the number of figures had multiplied and there were four of them now. Two jumped in her way and the other two stayed a distance, closer to me than they were to her. I picked up a large stick, ready to smash their head out as hard as I could. I edge close to them while I could hear her fighting from a distance. With one big swipe, I smashed the stick hard into the figure closest to me and he fell to the ground howling in pain. Bad move…

he shrugged ” I don’t care! Now turn around.” “Nope” “Fine” Picking up a small stick I saw that was a few inches near me I got closer to him. He looked at me quizzically before I flew it towards him, with it hitting him straight in the middle of his forehead. He opened his mouth shocked and let out a pained groan and rubbed the sore spot. ” That’s what you get you perv “ “How Ironic that I am the perv now. But hey, you are so violent"

“Go grab a stick, Fido.” A growl ripped through the air and I smiled as he turned immediately around. He stalked up to me and tried to throw a punch at me. It was like watching it in slow motion with zero form. I took hold of his hand in mine and stopped it before it even got near my face. His eyes widened but I pushed against his arm, stepping forward and making him step back with every step I took.

She made a choking sound around Fillip's cock, and he gripped her tighter until he was fucking her fast and furiously. He withdrew his lips from her mouth and then motioned to Vivian to stop. He pulled Vivian, still wearing her jeans, then grabbed a stick from the table and positioned her ass in front of him. "Raise your ass very well," she did. Fillip raised the wood and then landed it on her ass. She jerked forward and yelped in pain as the stick made contact with the globe of her ass. "Shhhhh, don't make any noise!" Fillip's raised hand landed against the opposite cheek, and he rubbed it with his hand.

Oh no, he did not just call my arms sticks. “I killed a bear with these sticks, you know,” I shot back. “No bear was harmed during that fight. It was just bored and walked away,” he said, dodging my punch with ease. Punch. Kick. Punch. Nothing landed. He was too fast. “I recall wounding it enough that it ran away scared.” “Oh? If you’re such a great warrior, why can’t you land a single hit? Maybe try screaming at me. That seemed to work on the bear.”