Black Kryptonite Novels & Stories

Why would they come for me? I didn't even know them “I don't think your pack would be much help to me, they were defenseless against them even on a full moon. They have your kryptonite” “It's a mixture of wolfsbane and something else, that's what they've been working on. PROJECT JERICHO. But I would protect you, Abby, trust me”. I took in all that he just said without interrupting him. I was at a loss for words and my mind was processing all the information.

“And when closer together, shine just a little brighter. I thought this matched you two so I wanted to get it for you both. “The store took a while to get the correct sizes and also pack it up. I apologise for being late.” “It’s all fine,” Eden said grinning as he looked at the ring, imagining it in Noel’s slender fingers. Though they did not look as good as those slender fingers around his co- Not the time, Eden. The man thought, shaking his head in annoyance. “Black obsidian is made from cooling volcano rocks,” Fern said, looking at the items in Eden’s hands. “It is also often used to help with grounding, protection, healing. “As much as I am sceptical about this, I can see just how happy

I’m just human. I’ve heard the name “Black Dragon” in every dangerous mission. All of them succeeded. I wasn’t even aware that he is younger than me. But now, upon knowing him, I know I felt jealous or envious of him. I know jealousy won’t help in the kind of job I have. Se7en always say, “Don’t allow jealousy to enter your heart and mind. It will become a monster that will devour and destroy you anytime.” I always tried to follow it though I know I don’t need it before because I’m the best of Dark Knight. But now that Black Dragon arrived, I dunno if I can still obey it. I sighed and glanced at him. *End of Flashback*

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

The lower dungeons of the High Council’s palace were built from a dense, volcanic basalt known simply as the black stone. Unlike the pristine white marble that coated the surface world, these subterranean vaults were designed to absorb all light, ensuring that any prisoner locked within their depths would spend their final days in absolute, sensory-deprived isolation.

It was struggling, suppressing something that was becoming too powerful to contain. By the end of the day, as I gathered my things at my desk, the pieces refused to stay quiet. Everything since joining Apex flashed through my mind, the increasing reactions from the amulet around Tristan, the way it burned when he reached for it in the garage, the pain during last night’s training, and now this visible crack. The suppression had held for years. My mother had given it to me as protection, a cage for the omega she feared would make me a target. But what if it wasn’t weakening because it was old? What if whatever it was created to suppress—my silver wolf bloodline, the power tied to Marc’s exist

“I gave you money, orgasms… my heart.” I despise the moan that escapes me, “You gave me lies. I was your corpse-in-progress. Life with you was guilty.” His teeth clamp my throat, pressing dangerously close to my windpipe. “You never accepted yourself!” I rasp as he pulls back. “You sullied me.” His fingers trace the bite mark, soothing the burn. “I kept this second gift as a souvenir. It reminds me I’m your Kryptonite. Without Tristan, there’s no Carlton.”

It is a crystal photograph of the Sacred Moon Relic—a glowing, pitch-black stone carved with the original Alpha runes of the founding packs. Gideon wants to trade the ancestral relic of Blackmoor Crescent Keep just for a single blood-tracking service? Does the old bastard even grasp what he is holding? That relic contains the power to break any mate-bond or sever a High Alpha’s command link across an entire territory. Neither Gali Blackmoor nor I have ever laid claws on something that rare. Rumors have circulated through the outer wild lands for years that Gali was hunting the northern wastes for it, coming up empty every single time.

“A-A black gem?” Old madam Eleanor stammered, her voice laced with a mixture of shock and disbelief. The black gem was a special gem that could only be used by crown families and scepter families. Each family possessed a gem of different color, but only the Crown Families were permitted to carry the black one. It was used as a type of warning for their target to comply with whatever the holder wanted. Disobeying the orders was no different from declaring yourself an enemy of the entire family. And if Ashley was holding one now, then it could only mean she was telling the truth. Miss Beaumont had indeed sent her in her place.

The sight before us made my breath lock in my throat. The fifty-foot golden quartz crystal at the center of the cavern, the ancient heartstone that held Blackthorn Valley together, was encased in a thick, pulsating web of black frost. Thick, unnatural tendrils rooted deep in the stone floor were pumping a murky, pale fluid directly into the crystal's core, turning its radiant golden light into a dim, malignant purple.