Have a read if you are interested xD, no need for sub if you don't like it but I can use some feedback if you don't mind the trouble 
I just recently got into novel, so I am not sure if I am experience enough to give any feedback, i will sub and give it a go mean while. Yours is the second novel I am reading from tapas
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Yellow ran towards the dragon and smacked it into the ground, and kicked him in the face. He went soaring off into the distance and stopped in midair. She kumped into the air, and landed onto Sol regem's back. She wrapped one arm around him and punched him with the other. He writhed around in the air aimlessly, hoping to shake her off. His arms weren't budging. His ribs were cracking. She kept punching him until his skull split. His body collapsed on the ground and slid several feet, stopping right in front of the rest of team CHYD.
Chloe: Whatever happened to no regrets?
Yellow: I still have none. Can we go now?
My novel has several but probably one of the most fun for me to write was revealing a primary antagonist and opposing force to my MC's
Summary
“The game isn't over yet.” came a firm masculine voice above them. Isaac's eyes scanned up nervously to see the strange circular figure that came floating down. It had two 'horns' on either side of it, and strange appendages that weren't directly attached that could resemble the bones of a bird's wing. The entire center of the figure looked like a cat's-eye when it's slit and narrow.
“What's... your plan?” Isaac asked, cautiously.
The figure, only best described as a demon eyeball, flew into the figure sitting on the chair. Suddenly it was gone, leaving a tattoo of its appearance on the torso of the boy and four horns piercing through the brown hair. Suddenly the green eyes blinked a few times, before a smirk appeared on his face. “We continue the experiment, naturally.”
Isaac and Akiio looked to each other nervously and then back to the fairy creature. “No punishment?” Akiio asked.
The green eyes darted to Akiio's and suddenly the fairy shifted over, swinging one leg over an arm of the chair. “What sort of punishment should I deal you two-- three? I wonder... My favorite, Crow, is now gone because of that powderpuff. Who'd have thought? Pink hair in exchange for a Piece of Cirrus.” He lifted his right hand up, staring at the metal on the fingers and hummed a little tune. “If a worm asks too many questions, he's likely to have his soul mysteriously consumed.” A green eye slid over to eye Akiio firmly. “I wouldn't mind another body. Atlan's is...”
I do have one scene in Effy - The living efficiency1 where she's brewing a cold revenge:
bridging into the next episode:
I hope you enjoy the mood... Welcome to sub if you like, but no pressure if you don't... 
"What's going on over there? That bitch giving you trouble?" He walked over to Emi and put the baseball bat in her face. "Why do you feel like antagonizing my boys, miss?" Emi looked down at the bat, the pompadour, back at the leader, and then opened her mouth.
"You really think this is gonna do anything to help your wannabe ass gang, Hector? Your little band of misfit toys has been going down in relevance for quite some time now. It also doesn't help that y'all's fashion sense is almost as whack as your goofy ass hai-.''
CLANG. Her words were cut off by the sound of the bat putting a dent in the bar that Emi was holding onto, right next to her head. Hector was red in the face with his nostrils flaring. "You just love runnin that trap of yours don't ya girly. That's gonna land you in some heat one of these days. Your intel is a bit off though. The Orange Viper Gang is coming back in a big way. And my hair..." Hector raised his bat above his head. "Is fresh to death!" He started to make a swing towards Emi's head and stopped a few centimeters from the top of her skull. The motion interrupted by the sound of a large sneeze. They all turned their heads towards the sound of the disturbance. The goon with sunglasses was in the face of a teary-eyed young man covering his nose with one hand and the other hand on a wrapped up object about the length of a sword that was in the seat next to him.
"You just sneezed all over me!" The goon said while wiping his face and glasses.
"What no way, I definitely covered my mouth,'' the stranger responded. The goon became red when hearing this.
"Look at me! You clearly sneezed all over me! Even my glasses are dirty!!!'' The goon had gotten even closer to the young man, bearing his sharp yellow teeth. The young man just turned away from the goon to address everyone on the train and just pointed his thumb at the goon while smirking.
"Wow. He's so mad right now."
"You son of a bitch!" The goon balled his hand into a fist and made a brutish swing at the young man's head. Just as the goon's hand was moving through the air, the young man sneezed again into the goon's face while simultaneously ducking out of the way of the punch. His hand crunched against the metal wall of the subway car. He stumbled back clutching his bruised and bloody hand. The young man looked up as if unaware of anything that had happened, wiping his eyes and nose.
"Sorry about that. I think something in that rotten breath of yours is triggering an allergy." He opened his eyes and saw the goon's crumpled bloody hand and pointed at it. "Hey, not to alarm you or anything, but I think ya hand is fucked."
"Y-you piece of shit. Gimme that!" The goon reached for the cloth-wrapped object, but as soon as his finger touched it, his legs gave out from under him. The next thing the goon felt was a fist drilling into the side of his head, causing the goon to blackout before his body landed with a THUD onto the ground. Standing over the body of the most definitely concussed goon, fist pointing down at the ground, the other still clutching the cloth wrapped object, was the young man. He directed his gaze towards the two remaining gang members.
"You really should ask permission before touching other people's stuff like that. Ya never know what's going to happen." The whimsical aura around this sneezing stranger vanished completely, leaving only a menacing presence in the room.
Happily it's the only appearance throughout the entire book ... although it did grab your attention I guess 
Oh and thanks for the sub for London Watch House, HaltArrtay. Forever more you can boast that you got my writing cherry
I can't putt the whole scene here, so i just drop that here.
There are a lot of these moments in my comic now that i think of it. If you like to see the whole scene of this one here is the link : https://tapas.io/episode/17127201
No need to sub, but this scene jumps to mind as one of a few. Kody is a happy-go-lucky bean most of the time and it takes a lot to get under his skin, but you also don't really want to catch him in a bad mood.
Kody surveyed the room, then bent down and picked up the book, shutting it. “Okay, let’s just...postpone this meeting for now,” he said. “We can come back to this later.”
Slowly, everyone began to file out, not a word being said.
Kody nudged the catatonic Katarina. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s just go home.”
Kat managed a shaky nod, and followed him out the door.
“Going somewhere?”
Kody stopped walking abruptly, and Kat nearly ran into him. Peaking around him, Kat internally groaned at the sight of the coyote girl. Kody just sighed. “What now?”
“I’ve come for your RSVPs,” she said, grinning maniacally as usual. “We have a party to plan, you know. Need a head count. Or a body count, you decide.”
Kody didn’t answer. Instead, he walked to her, grabbed a hold of her shirt collar, and lifted her up like she was nothing. He held her so she was at eye level with him. “Tell your boss or whatever that I’ll be there. The rest are undecided," he said, then paused and took a breath. "And if I see you again before then,” he snarled, and Kat swore she spotted the points of a set of fangs, “I can assure you that you will not be in any condition to attend.” With that, he tossed her aside, and she landed on her behind some distance away before scrambling to her feet. “Now get lost,” Kody said sharply.
The coyote took a few steps back, her grin long gone, then turned tail and disappeared into the woods across the street.
Hello, You have no obligation to sub to my work. But I just love to post up this scene since I waited until my upload date to post this. It is the best " You messed with the wrong person" scene I could find in my story.
Summary
Suddenly she heard the guy said, "Bitch". Leticia saw Raleigh moving backwards away from the guy, trying to avoid him. The guy didn't give up and insisted to stalk after Raleigh. The guy's face looked red like a tomato, then tried to grab Raleigh's arm in haste. It didn't take too long for Leticia to get involved with this. She marched over between the two before the guy tried to manhandled Raleigh. Leticia moved her foot and stepped on the guy's foot to get him to stop bothering Raleigh. She gave an icy glare at him as guy whined in pain and still angry. Leticia didn't filch when the guy gave her the same stare back.
"Is there a problem here?" Leticia asked the guy as she turned her glance at Raleigh, then back at the guy.
"I'm just being friendly here, you now? Your little troublemaker band mate is the problem. I just wanted her number and maybe meet up at a hotel together later. She should be grateful that people like me, even give her attention." The guy answered Leticia. Leticia then which glance back at Raleigh to learn her side of the story.
"I told him to leave me alone. He started making feel me uncomfortable. I already saw this dude twice before earlier today, and he kept on following me even after I asked him to leave. " Raleigh used her voice as her hands were trembling while she told Leticia this. Leticia knew she had to handle this in a way to get this guy off Raleigh's case. Just hearing the guy's sudden change of behavior was enough for Leticia to go by to try scaring him off.
"Look, could you just leave my band mate alone? She isn't interested in you. You already made your move more than twice and she said, no. Now fuck off, you creep." Leticia spoke in a harsh tone. She had no patience dealing with entitled people tonight. Leticia removed her feet off the guy's foot so he could get away from them.
This scene:
I could feel the magic swirling through my veins, threatening to burst out, begging to be let free. I shook with the effort of keeping it under control--or should I let it free?
"Psetha."
I didn't realize my hair beginning to turn white and getting shorter. I didn't feel my eyes swirl golden.
Blağo took a step back and gulped again.
"Psetha!" Bilana yelled and slapped me across the face.
When had she got in between the kid and me? As the magic calmed down, all I could say was, "You slapped me?"
She flinched and winced like she felt a ghost of my pain but didn't back down. "I'm sorry for hitting you, but you were losing control of yourself."
"He's Blağo."
"No," she said firmly. "He's just a child. Look at him, Psetha. Look at how much you've scared him."
I turned to look behind Bilana at the boy and my blood froze.
He was shaking and crying, unable to even run away, and he had wet himself.
I had scared a child to this point.
I kneeled on the golden field and bowed my head, wincing when the child flinched at my movement.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, and silence fell.
Because it's just wrong to mess with a child
This certainly is a Moment. (Anyone who's reading my novel right now is going to be like "WTF?!" because this does not fit with what's happening in the chapters I've currently posted. But you'll see. Things happen. Slow-burn plot, as I've said.)
She found herself staring into the grinning face of Crump. He appeared to be alone. His pistol glinted from inside his pocket.
“I thought I recognized you,” he hissed. “Little bitch who wouldn’t shut up in the shop. New around here, aren’t you? Well. You’d have had to get to know me eventually.”
Hannah fought with everything she had. She threw wild punches at his broad chest and kicked him as hard as she could and screamed loudly and hoarsely for help, but it was no use. Nobody came. Crump dragged her backwards and pinned her neck against the brick wall of one of the houses, constricting her windpipe. Hannah began gasping for breath. She had no air left to scream with.
“The question is,” said Crump, and she could smell what she was sure was celebratory champagne on his breath, “what’s the best way for us to acquaint ourselves with each other? There’re a number of ways we could go about it. What do you think, little miss?”
He moved his hands so that he was holding her by the armpits instead. Hannah coughed painfully, gathered her strength, and kicked him in the stomach as hard as she could. He was so stocky that he hardly winced.
“Feisty,” he said, grinning. “Plucky. I like that.”
He ran a hungry finger across her collarbone. Chills erupted down Hannah’s spine, but she used his second of distraction to plunge her free arm into her coat pocket and draw out the set of keys Brenna had given her.
She shoved the metal points into his chest with the last bit of strength she had—then, in a flash of inspiration, she bit down hard on his arm. She tasted blood; she bit harder—
“What the fuck!”
Crump yelped and took an angry step backwards; his other arm slipped from the wall and held Hannah there somewhat less forcefully than before. But she knew she couldn’t run yet. She knew she would have only one shot.
“I’ve just turned you into a werewolf,” she said, as mildly as she could, though she wanted to keep biting him—kicking him—hurting him—until he was nothing but a pulpy mess on the ground. “I bet you didn’t know that we can spread it while we’re still human. We can, if it’s a day or two before the full moon. Once our senses get stronger.”
This was, of course, total nonsense, but she was banking on the idea that he wouldn’t know that. His face instantly turned an odd kind of green.
