Black Kryptonite Effects Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the gold in my left arm began to turn black. The mutation wasn't a gift; it was a Trojan Horse. The Apostles had designed the "Golden Fever" to be reversible—as long as they held the master key. My arm didn't just hurt; it began to decay. The solid gold was rotting into a brittle, charcoal-like substance, the necrosis racing toward my heart at a speed the petrification had never achieved. "Mommy! Your light is turning into ash!" Leo shrieked. "Don't touch it!" I wheezed, falling to my knees as the oxygen vanished from my lungs.

– Darkness said. - It will take a month for him to regain his powers, until he drains all the helionite from his body, now, he is colored, with a strange purplish color on his body, with green veins, I created a new type of helionite, the one that causes pain and damage to bones, leaving them brittle. – Darkness said. - I even recorded it. – Darkness said. - So, you just need the excuse that for the portals to open, not because you made a deal, but because reality is sensitive. – Darkness said.

They hung in the air, glowing hot, vibrating against the density of the air. Malik looked at the floating ammunition with a cold, detached curiosity. "You use the laws of physics to kill us," Malik said. "But you forget... I am the law." He flicked his wrists outward. The kinetic energy of the bullets didn't just stop; it was reflected and magnified. The hundred rounds shot back toward the soldiers with ten times their original velocity. The "Black Knight" armor, designed to stop standard rounds, was shredded like paper. The soldiers were cut down in a spray of blue sparks and blood.

I ground out, because if he did then he would have known kidnapping me was the worst thing he could ever do, powerful or not. “Oh, I know exactly who you are…why do you think you cannot access your powers? I know exactly who you are dark goddess and just like superman has his weakness as kryptonite, you have obsidian which negates your powers and which is the foundation of this whole area” he said proudly and I wanted nothing more than to wipe the floor with his face. “As for your beast, it’s simple poisoning. A mixture of silver and brimstone and they won’t show their furry little heads as long as the poison is in your systems…so you are as helpless as a new born baby” he finishes.

Justin commented, smiling broadly. "Exactly. And it would make him weak, little by little. That he wouldn't even notice the changes in his body." I smirked, already envisioning the whole scene. ************************************************* END OF FLASHBACK ************************************************* "You see? You've actually been inhaling Everett's gift all this while and I think right about now, it should take an effect." Suddenly, Blackwood slumped and fell with his buttocks landing hard on the ground. He tried to get up again but couldn't.

"First, the Ion-Pulse Grenade. They rely on a sub-dermal neural mesh to stay connected to Silas’s commands. This grenade creates a localized EMP that fries that mesh. It doesn't kill them, but it traps them in their own bodies. They lose motor control for sixty seconds. It turns a god back into a statue." "Second, the 'Flash-Freeze.' It’s a concentrated version of the stabilizer you’ve been stealing. When inhaled, it triggers a hyper-calcification of the marrow. Its 'locks' their shift. If they're mid-transformation, they stay that way, fragile, brittle, and incapable of using their strength."

I snapped at him. Finally, his body completes the transformation. Standing in front of me is no longer General Zod, but an upgraded version. It was a man with deep black eyes and an expanded chest muscle. All his clothes were ripped off due to the way his muscles were enlarging while metal was sewn all over his body like clothes or armour. His hands have now turned black, and I can guess that it was a poison that I must avoid.

Natalia reached in, her hand burning from the residual, erratic static leaping from the fractures, and poured the gold liquid directly into the center of the broken stone. For one terrifying second, nothing happened. The gold fluid simply coated the dark crystals, pooling in the bottom of his chest cavity like spilled oil. Kael’s eyes went entirely dark, the faint violet glow in his veins vanishing completely. He went rigid, his massive frame tilting forward as if he were about to collapse directly into the mud. "Kael!" Natalia cried out, reaching out to brace against his shoulder. Then, the gold ignited.

Wyatt explained calmly, looking straight into Austin's eyes. "Huh? Afraid, too?" "Yes. Don't you remember Kryptonite?" "The green stone makes Superman weak." Wyatt nodded. "He's afraid to go near Kryptonite and doesn't want his enemy to know about this. But his close friends know his secret, and they keep it silent to help him." He continued, and all the while Austin listened to him seriously. "So it's okay to show if you're afraid, sad, cry, or anything you feel. People who love you will help you become a stronger Superman."

When Aryn came, they explained what happened and he starts checking the wound. "It's not that deep, but his wound doesn't look good either." The queen said. "Maybe it contains the black potion too." Kaleb told his Papa. "Wait, if it has that potion, why are you not healing, Kian?" Neo asked. Kaleb turned to his mate, "He's right. Why aren't you healing, love? You are not affected by it before., wh- fuck Kian!" He yelled worriedly when his mate lost his consciousness.