Strike Three Novels & Stories

“This is the Five Strikes of Lightning?” Harvey was speechless. He confirmed once again that Third Master Yates… Was indeed an idiot. Third Master Yates was stunned when he saw Harvey’s perplexed face. He screamed, “Impossible! You’d at least be heavily injured if you were hit by all Five Strikes of Lightning!” “I’ll give you another!” “Take this!” Harvey let out a sigh, then raised his right hand and swung it. Slap! His slap sent Third Master Yates’ face crashing to the ground, spinning constantly.

I slide my foot forward quickly before kicking the side of his foot, I watch his leg split open quickly before throwing my arm out and wrapping my hand around his neck effectively cutting off his air supply. "You just died, again" I tell him in a sarcastic manner in his ear. I wrap my legs around his torso before pulling him down by his neck making him struggle for air as he thrashes in my arms. I let him go just before he passes out. I could feel the others wince from the side lines as they watched but don't comment or make a move to interfere. Sitting up, I roll my eyes as he struggle to suck air back into his lungs. I pat his back gently as he gets his breathing back in order. "Stand up,

They surrounded me like wolves with a scent—taunting, circling, grinning like they already won. Damien was the first to speak, dragging a finger down the side of my face with a smirk that made my skin crawl. "You know the rules, Elara. Three strikes and they lobotomize you. Make one wrong move, and we’ll make sure your name’s stamped on that chair before the week is over." I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

~ 'All right! So you have stopped two strikes, but the third one will rip your arms.' Grisha smirked behind her bloodred helmet, 'Too bad, it will also shatter your beautiful trident into oblivion…' With no hesitation, she raised her sword a third time and landed another deadly strike at her armored opponent. ~CLANK~ She was optimistic in her strength. Yet, her smirk turned upside down when she saw the armored man somehow withstood her third strike as well.

“Don’t stress over it, Skye. I can take care of myself. Besides, it isn’t the first time this cartel clique has had their annual meeting at the club. Whenever they’re around, they don’t cause any trouble. It has always been peaceful.” I stared at her for a long moment, searching her face. “What do you mean by annual meeting?” Red shrugged. “I’m not sure if it’s truly annual, but what I’m sure about is that for the thirty-one months I’ve worked in that club as a stripper, they’ve been coming every year. This will be their third time.” My interest sharpened. “Could you by chance know the reason for this annual meeting?”

Kelvin knew that it was either he was in danger, or it was just some persons trying to get a record of his activities, either way, he hates being trailed. He parked his car in the underground parking lot. He remained inside for a while contemplating what next to do. Should he step out of his car and get attacked, or should he be the first to attack? Just then, he head a tap on his window. He looked up to see a man dressed in black. It seems his trailer has decided to come meet him in person. Kelvin made a sign of the cross with his hand before opening the door. He stepped out to meet the stranger.

I sucked in a sharp breath as his hand came down again, a little harder this time. “This is for calling yourself a disgrace.” Oh. It actually stung a little now, radiating a sharp heat. “For calling yourself a disappointment.” It had only been three strikes, but my skin was already on fire. How on earth was I supposed to handle thirty or forty? I honestly couldn't even remember how many awful things I had mumbled against myself last night. One final strike landed firmly against my cheek. “And the last one, for calling yourself pathetic.”

I stood still as I replied sarcastically, "Oh? Too bad you'll always be the shameful third party as long as I don't get divorced." "You!" Johnny was enraged, and he punched me right in the face. "I'll kill you!" That was when Mindy suddenly appeared and saw everything that happened.

If I hadn't seen how little you valued Clara and your daughter, I would have never tested your so-called love repeatedly! "It was you who broke your promise to me. You broke your vow to Clara. You destroyed Clara, and now you want to destroy me too! You put all the blame on me. That's selfish of you!" Alaric was momentarily stunned by shock before he furiously roared, "Shut up, you whore!" Losing his mind, he lunged at Elena. Seeing this, she raised her hand. Dark energy swirled at her fingertips. She struck at his heart.

Ethan’s focus never wavered, each keystroke countering Kane’s every move. Finally, they secured the hub, preventing the loss of critical assets. Both collapsed against the consoles, exhaustion and relief mingling. Ava’s hand found Ethan’s, fingers intertwining. “We survived this strike,” she murmured. Ethan’s lips brushed her temple, voice low and reassuring. “We did. But Kane isn’t finished. He’s relentless, patient, and he’s learning from every move we make.” Marcus’s voice interrupted, urgent and strained. “There’s a third strike. And it’s… at the penthouse. Someone’s infiltrating your safehouse. They’ve breached the perimeter and are moving in fast. Kane wants you to face the consequence