The Bleeding Five Finger Death Punch Novels & Stories

As soon as he saw his father sitting on a chair, he bawled as he rushed over, sobbing over his lap, "Dad, someone just messed up our bar and beat me up!" Seeing him bawling, Frank could understand why Baldie was such good friends with Brody—neither of them had brains. "What?!" Blackfive exclaimed in shock. "They beat you up on my turf?! They're dead now!" Death aura spilled from his body—he was a martial artist too, though just Birthright rank. Baldie then pointed at Frank. "That's him! He did it! You have to beat him up, Dad!" Turning toward Frank where Baldie was pointing, Blackfive was left perplexed for a moment before bellowing in fury. "Amazing! Messing up my bar and beating up my son?

Frederick said as he took Jennifer’s hand and began to walk away. "Mr. Lester, watch out!" Levi suddenly shouted. Frederick looked up, and saw a shadowy figure darting toward them like a ghost. Amid the blur, he caught a glimpse of a "V" symbol. "You’ve got some nerve to step into Mirage!" Frederick’s face darkened. In an instant, he intercepted the figure. "Remember, the one who kills you is Five!" The attacker revealed himself as Five from Organization V. Five struck out at Frederick with a powerful blow. Frederick met his attack with equal force. The impact of their clash sent a cloud rising into the sky, as if a nuclear explosion had occurred.

The third man screams angrily. I glare at him with a menacing look. He froze as I rolled my body to grab the knife off his friend's dead body and swing it by cutting his leg. He drops in agony, trying to swing a metal pipe at me. I dodge the swing and stab the knife into his neck. He choked at his blood and fell to the ground. "You will pay for this, you son of a bitch!" "Fuck, this guy is no joke." "I can see why he's called Odin's Shadow. This fucker is a real devil." says the Fifth Order henchmen. I can smell the fear and frustration. I just took down three of them; they still want to die.

The fist hit the tree again. The knuckles were already gone—not bruised, not bloodied, gone. White bone showed through where the skin had split and peeled back. The middle finger had snapped sideways on the last punch, hanging at an angle that made the stomach turn. Blood ran down the bark in thick streams, pooling at the roots, soaking into dirt that had turned black. Another punch. The crack wasn't wood breaking. It was bone. The ring finger this time, folding backward until it touched the back of the hand. The person didn't stop. Didn't even slow down.

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

That cousin cried out in pain as blood sprayed from his nose. Jean was instantly surrounded by five or six men. Soon, she was pinned to the ground. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. "Get your hands off her!" I snatched a bottle and smashed it on the edge of the table. I pointed the jagged edge at the group and snarled, "I'll kill you if you dare move one inch; after all, I've got nothing left to lose!" In that instant, the cousins were momentarily paralyzed, and one by one, they released their hold.

I threw punches at him, but he kept blocking them, smashing his elbow down onto my head. I curled my side in, opening myself up to throw a quick but hard jab at his kidney. I rolled us over, so I was back on him throwing more punches. The pain in my side was becoming too much, and I needed to end this fight. I slammed one last hard punch toward his temple, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I got off him as the ref walked over. "Can you keep going?" He asked Flame as he blinked several times and tried to stand. He nodded and regained his steady feet.

"I remember that on the day Daniel was killed, the report stated that the shooter was left-handed. Tell me—Victor always shot with his right hand. How could he have produced that kind of ballistic trajectory?" Christopher instantly went pale. He unconsciously tightened his grip on his knees, forcing a smile. "Well… How would I know? Perhaps Victor intentionally shot with his left hand to throw us off. A cunning man like him is capable of anything." "Oh." Gabriella hummed in response and didn't argue. "We found Victor's remains at the pier. The DNA test proved that it really was him. He died there five years ago." The cup in Christopher's hand shook slightly. "You seem surprised." Gabriella l

The impact cracked through the air like thunder. His shell split open under the force of both Hellblades. Cancer’s smug grin vanished. His scream echoed through the arena before his body shattered, breaking into obsidian dust that scattered into the dark water.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.