Black Kryptonite Effects Novels & Stories

The corrupted relic began to screech, a high pitched, horrible noise that sounded like metal grinding against glass. The dark purple veins on the rock tried to fight back, but my white light was too pure, too strong, and entirely unstoppable. With a deafening boom, the white light slammed right into the center of the relic. The black stone shattered completely. It did not just break into pieces. It exploded into a million tiny grains of harmless black dust, dissolving into the freezing air like soot. The greasy, heavy pressure that had been choking the stadium vanished in a single heartbeat. The air became clean, crisp, and fresh again.

His hand hit me straight across the chest, the impact drove the air from my lungs in a hard, ugly rush. Then the amulet broke. I felt the crack before I heard it. The sound was small under the violence of the fight, but I felt the fracture travel through the iron against my chest like a thin line of ice splitting open. For one terrible second everything inside me went still. Then silver energy exploded outward.

As I step out, I flip my stance over… and I deliver a knock-out roundhouse kick to his face… the final blow has been dealt. And my song finishes with it… PERFECT! Justin Volt is out cold! I remove my airpods and walk over to him. I crouch down next to him. I can hear his heartbeat. He will live, but he's not healing yet. I frown. 'Why isn't he healing?' I ask Morganite. 'We inflict immense strength and power, Timika. It takes longer to heal; the more darkness they hold, the stronger our power. But he will be fine."

But it itself is barely passable. Problem is, that its effectiveness is highly inferior to the real solution that Tanya is capable of creating. The black magic enhancement effect is far less than its truer version. And it also has a fatal flaw. Thirty minutes after use, the user experiences thirty seconds of intense weakness, leaving the user extremely exposed to attack.

Leo crashed to the floor, his technopath light sputtering and dying as he clutched his badly burned arm. The toxic blue smoke moved like a living predator, wrapping around Killian's massive body. The synthetic silver dust entered his bloodstream, targeting his inner beast. Killian felt his alpha strength draining away instantly. His muscles turned to water, and his legs buckled, sending his massive frame crashing heavily onto the cold concrete floor.

“Without it, we have no power. People will say we are just men of many words. They'll say we have nothing to offer and no proof that it exists.” I spread my hands. “We need to show them that power is already in our grasp. That we can crush the Blackthornes with a flick of our fingers. The General exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “Lumina isn't something to be trifled with,” he said. “In large quantities, it can cause serious damage. It could…” “Oh, not large quantities,” I interrupted. “Just enough.”

As Dominick stood over the broken remains of the Obsidian Stone, anxiousness filled the meadow. The black energy surging with an unrestrained intensity has caused the once-powerful relic to rip apart. The earth shook under him, and the earth itself appeared to vibrate with a profound, unearthly pulsation. Now that it was free, the artifact started to emit energy waves that caused everything around to become unstable. A black storm of magic threatened to devour all in its path as it crackled in the air.

He leans over her and places a soft kiss on her forehead as tears slip from his eyes. Kryon sits like that for a moment before his eyes lift slightly and catch the amulet sitting just below her throat. He frowns as the protection should have kicked in by now to prevent her from dying. He shifts his hand from the side of her head and picks up the amulet. Kryon pulls the amulet from her neck and crushes the cheap imitation in his hand as he then raises his head to the full moon and lets out an earth-shattering, pain-filled roar…

The shards erupted in a blinding radiance, and Kaelen slammed them into the office floor. A wave of "Genesis" energy expanded from the room, passing through the mall and out into the city. But it wasn't a blast of power. It was a "Feedback Loop." Every phone in the city detonated. Every neon sign turned into a shower of violet sparks. The "Real World" didn't break; it "went dark." "The Blackout," Maya whispered, her breath coming in shallow plumes. "He’s silenced the Gallery." In the sudden, heavy silence of the dark mall, a new sound began to rise.

“I never was.” Kian tried to laugh, but the sound died in his throat as blinding, pure white fire flared from my palm instead of healing warmth. Through the bond I felt Zane’s shock—and his support. He already knew. This was my fight. The Black Rock wolves that lunged at us turned to ash the instant my light touched them. There was no pain, only the final erasure of darkness. Kian’s face twisted with realization. He tried to shift into wolf form, but the motion froze halfway.