Strike Back Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He didn’t make it easier for her. “I won’t fall,” she said. Selira’s expression softened just slightly. “Everyone does.” “Then I’ll get up.” Selira moved first. The strike was fast, and meant to test her guard. Nyxara absorbed it and corrected her footing before the second blow came. That one hit her ribs hard enough to pull a breath from her, but she stayed standing. “Again,” Selira said.

It was crushed with such structural, devastating violence that the white bone had actually splintered completely through the thick leather of his tactical riding trousers. It was a crippling, permanent, career-ending strike. A strike delivered by my delicate contract wife. The terrifying reality that Valeria Pierce had done this to a prime Lycan Alpha-line warrior with her own two bare hands made a freezing chill run straight down my spine. Thorne’s head was hanging low, his matted dark hair heavily soaked in a mixture of freezing sweat and grime. At the heavy sound of my combat boots echoing in the cell, his chin slowly, painfully lifted.

Rhea asked. I smiled again, slower this time. “Then I remind her who gave her the truth. And who will burn everything she loves if she defies me.” Mara let out a bitter laugh. “Romantic, in a sick way.” “There’s no romance without blood,” I replied. I stood, letting the heat of the fire brush against my back. “Mara. Rhea. Harrow. You’ll come with me during the final strike.” Harrow raised a brow. “As what? Backup?”

Sai's eyes burned into mine like flames licking dry wood. “An eye for an eye. A life for a life. And trust me—this coma?” She scoffed. “It’s just the opening act.” She straightened up, her voice rising. “When I strike, I don’t just strike—I destroy. So if I were you, I’d start falling apart… because Sai Ray is just getting warmed up.”

It wasn't until seeing a flicker of movement that he realized what she was playing at. Stoneteller was taken by surprise when she launched herself at him, jabbing her claws at his muzzle and vulnerable underbelly. Even that wasn't enough to stop him, though, as he dropped down on her with all of his weight. Flamestrike held back a sigh of relief when she rolled out of the way just in time to avoid getting crushed. "I'm not letting you take my Clan!" she spat after leaping back to her paws, glaring daggers at Stoneteller, "Not ever again!"

I tried to react, to cast a spell to stop him but it was too late. The air was heavy with tension as he struck. Xaren's eyes, gleaming with a malevolent intensity, rushed towards Zane, and with a swift and deadly motion, he stabbed, his claws sinking deep into Zane's chest. The sound of his cry was intertwined with that of this wolf as it echoed through the clearing, making a raw and anguishing sound. I felt my heart shatter in a split moment, my mouth unable to make any form of sound. Zane's body crumpled to the ground, his limbs twitching in agony as he groaned in pains, struggling to breath.

Still laying on the bed coddling each other. Lightening struck again as rain begins falling. The both chuckled holding on to each other tight as if they will not fall asleep till morning... ***

“Count them. Ten for your bratty mouth. Miss one, we start over.” The first strike landed with a sharp crack, the sting blooming like fire across her left cheek. Jenna yelped, body jolting. “One! Thank you, Master!” The second hit harder, overlapping the first, sending jolts of agony-laced ecstasy straight to her clit. “Two! Fuck, thank you!”

I only jerk as he whoops me. “This should remind you how fucking bad I want you.” He lands another strike and I jerk. “This should remind you, you belong to a bratva member. That bratva men don’t share what belongs to them.” Another, hot mind blowing strike. I’m wracking my mind in all possible ways to deem this act wrong. To deem it a violation but I can’t. Not when I’m feeling another round a wetness as Dima strikes me. Not when my hard nipples brush against the futon and accelerate the betraying feelings of need flooding through my veins.

My heart gave a hard thump. “The stripper?” one of the girls asked, a giggle in her voice. “Yeah. Works at that club, Onyx. Heard she gives private dances in the back rooms for extra cash. Real private.” Heat rushed to my face. I kept walking, my legs feeling stiff. “I heard she’s hooked up with, like, all of them,” the other guy chimed in. “Jeremy Blackwood, obviously. But the brothers too. Raphael, Caspian… even the quiet one, Silas. She’s like a… a house pet. For all of them.”