Black Kryptonite Novels & Stories

"I'm here," I said. Nikos reaches for me. His hand is trembling, eager. He thinks he’s grabbing a wife. He thinks he’s grabbing a legacy. He doesn't look at my hand. He doesn't look at the small, black fob I pulled from my pocket instead of the handcuff key. It isn't a key. It’s a remote trigger. Part of the military-grade shipment we seized at the docks. Drakon called it a "Blackout Box." An EMP charge meant to disable security grids.

Each step he took seemed to darken the ground beneath his feet. “Your power is impressive,” he called out. “But it will not save this city.” Kael stepped to the edge of the wall. “Turn back while you still can.” The general laughed softly. “You still believe you can win?” Lightning cracked across the sky. The storm above Arkhaven grew darker. The general lifted his sword. The weapon was made entirely of black crystal, glowing faintly with purple energy. “This city has hidden from the Shadow King for centuries,” he said. “Tonight… it falls.”

When we reached the suite, Selene was draped across a velvet sofa, a glass of dark wine in her hand. "The Ashford girl returns to the light," Selene mocked, her eyes scanning me for any sign of weakness. "Tell me, Lyra, do you find it poetic? Designing the very gems that will seal my bond to Tristan forever?" "I find it professional, Miss Voss," I said, sliding the digital tablet onto the table. "The 'Timeless Bond' requires a core of Blackmoor obsidian to channel the Alpha’s energy. It’s a volatile stone. Hard to control. Much like the bond itself, wouldn't you say?"

"The pendant will hide you, but it feeds on your strength. Don't wear it too long, or it will drain you completely." The metal was searing now. I could smell something like burnt herbs filling the air. "How long is too long?" "A few hours at most. And never while you sleep." Maeve's voice was serious. "This pendant was made from the bones of the last Blackthorne who tried to hide from his enemies. It didn't end well for him." "Second, you need allies. People you can trust to watch your back." Maeve's eyes were serious. "The boy who saved you tonight - can you trust him?"

"First, I am issuing direct orders for the immediate release and distribution of our hidden cache. I want the massive shipment of pure silver weaponry we have been quietly manufacturing in the northern foundries unpacked and armed tonight." A low murmur of vicious excitement rippled through the men. Normal werewolves feared silver, but Kaelen Blackwood was a terrifying anomaly. His pure-blooded, Supreme Alpha genetics made him nearly immortal on a standard battlefield. "Those specific weapons are explicitly designed with a high-density silver alloy," I explained, looking around the room, making eye contact with every killer present. "They are crafted specifically to slow Kaelen's legendary h

Cassius asked, his voice low and dangerous as he stepped past Aria, his massive frame blocking out the light from the nearest kerosene heater. "The industrial crystal I pulled from the vault during the library raid," I explained, refusing to drop my gaze as the wind whipped around us. "It's a concentrated mineral compound used by the old Black Eagle regime to treat chemical exposure in the subterranean manufacturing plants. It isn't a medical cure, but it will bind with the poison in his blood and halt the paralysis." "How do you know the dosage won't kill him instantly?" Cassius countered, his brow furrowing as he analyzed my expression.

“What did you do, you little shit?” A flash of movement behind Camo—visible only from where I stood—caught my eye. I showed no reaction even as my mental calculations adjusted to account for the new development. “You can buy anything on the black market these days,” I said, playing idly with the ugly monkey paperweight on the desk. “Including deadly poisons. The one currently destroying your system? Quite similar to thallium. It’s odorless, tasteless, colorless. Hard to identify because it’s so rare, and its symptoms often point to a range of other illnesses. But unlike thallium, it has no widely known antidote. Luckily for you, Uncle, there is a secret antidote—and I have a vial stashed awa

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."

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

c The policemen were bloodied, overwhelmed and exhausted as all their bullets bounced off the KWE vest [these vests were made from Black iron ore and Milthril ore. Light as a feather but with infinite durability. Vulnerable only to lightning and laser beams]. I felt no pity for the policemen, rather my rage kept on building as the words Lawrence spoke echoed in my head.