Black Whip Deku Novels & Stories

Here Maktub introduces who's the creature with him. And that creature is Welkin. Welkin is a Wizard from the world of Echor. He's wearing a long blue dress and he had a pipe on his mouth. He also always holds a cane. Welkin has lived for more than five hundred years and we can see the old age in his appearance. His hair are white and his skin is wrinkled. "So Welkin.. What's the reason and you're here in front of us today?" Ataraxis said without a trace of emotion, as she took a walk behind Welkin.

Panic flooded our bond, but I sent love and devotion back. I climbed on top of the stage, none of the men recognized me. “The white wolf has come to lead you to victory. Your leader is dead, but the war remains.” The men closed in as if waiting for direction. I stripped off my clothes, holding their attention, and shifted. The men cheered and knelt in front of me. Stop. I commanded firmly with my mind. Every man stilled in place. Their bodies obeying. I kept my focus on the group, releasing Ghost. He began administering the serum one man at a time.

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.

The Honeypine delegation recoiled, gasping in shock as they stared at my whip, having not seen something like that before. I tilted my head, locking eyes with Theodore. “It looks like your little birdie forgot to brief you on who you're dealing with.” I raised my chin higher. “Does your clan want to give it a trial?” The fiery whip slithered on the ground, curling and snapping like a living predator eagerly waiting for something to taste—specifically, the blood of that stupid, running-at-the-mouth elder, Stephan.

Even Nascent Soul Realm cultivators had to fawn over them so they would put in a good word for them at Tianyuan City. Losing his temper, the envoy recited a spell and a whip glittering in gold immediately appeared in his hand. The whip was dubbed the Ghost-beating Whip, designed to strike disobedient demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters. One whip was enough to strip someone off half his life.

"It's actually the White Bone King Liu Yi! What a terrifying whip technique!" The silver-white long whip, one after another, was made of strange white bones. When it was waved, it made a sharp sound. Even in the bottom of the sea, one could clearly hear something unusual. Obviously, the long white bone whip had some destructive effect on the soul. Liu Yi was a disciple of the Ghost Shadow Sect and also a king-level expert. His reputation was obviously stronger than his peers.

He raised his hand, and a long, thin whip appeared in his grasp. This whip looked to be about four to five meters long. It was completely forged out of spiritual energy, lined with razor-sharp needles that looked terrifying. The whip was also ablaze with a pale white holy flame, emitting a holy glow.

"He’s Leashing them” Through the mist, Jackson appeared. He wasn't the boy who left me in the snow anymore. He was armored in Liquid Silver, riding a massive, scarred Feral-Sin that looked like it had been stitched together from nightmares. In his hand, he held the High-Sovereign Whip—a weapon designed to shatter a wolf’s spirit with a single strike.

“…Oh, right. My name’s August Whisperwind, a human. I’m Ranked Fifth among the first years, codename, .” A quick and simple introduction. Though he may not look like it, he seems to be quite the smooth talker. I will remember your name, . The person sitting next to him is Crimson Veludora Blaze, a hybrid of a dragon and phoenix in a humanoid form. He’s been glaring at me for an awfully long time already. When he knew it was his turn, he broke his eye contact and looked away with an enraged and grumpy look. …Weirdo. Even for a dragon.

He was the second best at controlling that demonic whip. If the Minotaur isn’t used properly, it can cause more harm than good especially on onlookers. The whip was created many centuries ago, when the King was still a young lycan. The Alpha King had designed the whip under his father’s reign. A whip made with siren’s tendril, a very strong unbreakable thread, soaked in silver powder liquid, dried and soaked again consistently for a year until every part of the whip was embedded with silver particles. Millions of tiny sharp stakes were placed into the whip, buried inside it that you’d never know it’s there until it make contact with your skin and then the entire whip is drizzled in a herbal