Black Kryptonite Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Kalina looked at her fiancé with equal worry. “Dear, how are you? I suddenly have a bad feeling, and Mom’s necklace is burning hot.” Kalina held up the necklace, where the blue, teardrop-like gem had turned red. Elard shook his head. Kalina raised her hand and patted his shoulder. Anantari watched her son and future daughter-in-law and wept. Of course it was confusing. In the middle of her grief, Anantari suddenly saw a puff of black smoke slip in through the window crack. She knew that black smoke, she’d seen it a while ago when helping Lord Abraham seal the dark power with the artifact. The black smoke coiled tighter, drawing closer to Kalina.

Chapter 28 - Greatest Weapon, Greatest Threat Harrion Bergmont paced the dimly lit chamber, his fingers nervously tracing the edge of the Bloodstone Amulet around his neck. The room was cold, illuminated only by the flickering light of a few scattered candles, casting long shadows on the stone walls. The air was thick with tension, and his mind raced with the weight of his mistakes. The amulet, though powerful, was not the complete artifact he had once hoped it to be. Its energy was erratic, its influence over the hollowed shells unstable, and the realization that Georgia could fight back against his control had shaken him to his core.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

They became the very runes I was currently reading. "To broadcast the truth, one must become the truth," my mother’s voice whispered in the stream, her face momentarily forming in the shifting obsidian. "Chiamaka, the Black frequency isn't a shadow. It’s the 'Dark Matter' of communication—the stuff that holds the stars together. Use it to anchor the room." Above me, a massive THUD echoed. The first Null-Rod had been activated.

They seemed evenly matched until Kelvin suddenly roared. "Use the black crystal!" A crystal was ejected into the air, hovering as it pulsed with a dense, dark energy. Black butterflies began to flutter about, carrying a dark powder that swirled around Emely and Mya. "What is this?" Mya asked, her brow furrowed in confusion. She tried to dispel the powder, but her energy failed her. The crystal’s power had rendered the two Lycans suddenly helpless. As if they had been drugged with a powerful sedative, their eyelids grew unbearably heavy.

“Or saving us.” The Black Heir, kneeling in the water, lifted her head weakly. “You can’t destroy it. You are it.” Evelyn’s voice trembled. “Then maybe it’s time I stop being what it made me.” She reached out. Her fingers brushed the metal and the world shattered. Light and darkness exploded outward, swallowing everything. Kael was thrown back, his body slamming into the mud. He tried to rise, but the air had turned heavy, humming with energy.

The air left my lungs in a quiet whoosh. Nestled inside on a bed of black silk was a necklace. But not just any necklace. It was a delicate chain of what looked like platinum, and hanging from it was a teardrop pendant. The stone wasn’t clear. It was a deep, opaque black, shot through with tiny, glittering silver specks that caught the dim room light and threw it back like distant stars. It was surrounded by a filigree of smaller, shimmering black diamonds. Next to it lay a matching bracelet, a slim band with the same starry black stone set into it. It was the most beautiful, dark, expensive-looking thing I’d ever seen. It looked like it belonged to a vampire queen. Or a supervillainess.

Liam said, his voice a low, terrifying snarl. ​He pried open a crate with his claws. Inside were crossbow bolts, but the tips weren't steel or silver. They were made of a strange, translucent black glass that hummed with a sick, oily energy. ​"Obsidian-Core," Marcus whispered, his face turning pale. "It's illegal in all five packs. It's designed to bypass Alpha-skin. It rots the healing factor from the inside out."

He looked at me and smiled at me which is why my heartbeat quickened. He turned his eyes to the front again so I also turned my eyes to the front and saw that Fin's brothers were getting ready. "What's the plan?" Von asked. "In the place where we all stand, our witches wand won't work." said Leana. "We are Wolf Vampires, we can transform but not for long. Our kryptonites are all around us. He has his kryptonite." Von said. "The Pure Vampires, as far as I know, don't just rush to the gorbloyds because their target is us." Creed added.

"You are the anomaly I never want to fix." He reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small, black box. It wasn't velvet. It was made of Graphene. He opened it. Inside sat a ring. But the stone wasn't a normal white diamond. It was Jet Black, flecked with tiny specks of glowing violet. "Is that..." Cassandra stared at it. "I synthesized it from the debris of the Void Station," Alex explained, his engineer brain taking over for a second. "I compressed the carbon in the lab. It's harder than diamond. Indestructible. Just like us."