Struck Synonym Novels & Stories

With a loud bang that foot struck him and surprisingly, he was sent flying! *Bang!*

Motionless. One strike away from destruction. Yet it never fell.

"Hold onto me with one hand and just stab out blindly with the other; the one holding that iron blade." "Yes, I know which hand to stab with," I growled. "Just making sure." Tiernan launched us into the sinister sky, and I tightened my hold on his shoulders. Terrible sounds filled the air around us as we fell like Icarus; hitting bodies as we went. Things squished, cracked, and thudded against me as roars and growls filled my ears, but when I stabbed out with my weapon, the sounds turned into cries of agony. I felt the warm spray of blood across my face and kept stabbing. Over and over, I pushed that little piece of metal out into the dark and met solid resistance. Over and over I stabbed th

I straightened myself, composed myself, and swung again. This time, I struck. Again, again, and again.

His friends couldn’t do anything but stand their sulking. Demi and Victoria headed back towards the road. Victoria really wanted something cold. “Hey what about a snowball?” Victoria looked at her puzzled. “Don’t you mean shaved ice?” “No, I mean snowball. When they place it in a cone it looks like a snowball with syrup all over it.” “That’s shaved ice.” “Tomato, tomahto. Same thing.” “It is not.” “The hell it ain’t. I wont ever not call it that.” “I don’t know whether to call you country or just call you weird.”

Beauty felt the power of her bloodline surge within her, fueling her attacks. Leon staggered, a look of shock on his face. "What are you?" he spat, struggling to regain his footing. Beauty stood tall, her eyes blazing. "I am my own strength. And you will never control me again." With a final, decisive blow, Beauty struck Leon down. He fell to the ground, defeated and broken. The forest fell silent, the echoes of battle fading. The aftermath was a mix of relief and exhaustion. The alliance had prevailed, but the cost was high. Beauty looked around at her allies, their faces weary but triumphant. They had done it. They had won.

But his son’s assault was only just beginning. “Second strike” “Third strike” “Fourth strike” “Fifth strike” “Sixth strike” *Bam*

He acted like she disgust him. Jasmine scoffed. It annoyed her that he was calling her a slut when he was the one who was behind what happened to her. He was yet to say anything about the incident, but his calling her “slut” burned a bitter hole in her heart. And she so badly wanted to answer him. “What else would I be looking at, Fabian? Isn’t it obvious you are the only one standing in the view?” Jasmine said. She was trying to catch the perfect opportunity to spite him.

He was magnetic. “You bumped into me, remember?” he said coyly, looking back up at her. “Yes, well, that wasn’t one of my more glamorous moments,” she said, lacing her fingers together on the table. “So you’re attracted to strange women who spill drinks on you? Have you considered therapy?” She gave him a pretend frown. He laughed. “It was quite a memorable moment. Life has too few memorable moments, the kind that catch you off guard, by surprise.” He leaned forward as well. “You know that was an interesting day even before you bumped into me and doused me with hot liquid. Twice.”

My body slammed against the hard tile as the gun flew out my hand. "You must've lost your goddamn mind." Dylan said before he grabbed the gun and hit me with the hard metal object, knocking me out completely.