Black Whip Deku Novels & Stories

Guru had to jump out of the way or get hit with the long whip in the no-fur's hand. "I will do no such thing." Guru tried to grab the whip away from Spitfire. "We need to get out of here." "Aw, how cute." The ginger no-fur smirked as he flipped the whip out of Guru's reach only to make it come down on the tom's ass. "You wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it from me." Guru rubbed where the whip snapped him and whisper-growled between clenched teeth. "I'd put it away. Has it occurred to you ol' Blackie could come back here at any time and he's going to use that on you in ways that are not fun or sexy?"

In the blink of an eye, he raised his sword in the air, flicked his wrist and the blade of the sword transformed into a whip, covered in fragments of his blade. Forged from stardust and tears of a grieving Light Oracle, this sword is highly sought after throughout the galaxy. "DON'T look into their eyes!" He bellowed, "GO for their necks!!" The Alpha King pulled his arm back and thrust it forward, catching two Orakcilar's with his whip at once. He sprang over the two Orakcilar's he had captured and clicked the little button on the brown leather-strapped handle. The whip began to rotate in a spiral shape, pushing the Orakcilar's heads together and slicing into their necks like butter.

Misty said as she dodge one of the Leviathan's three out of the five heads he had. Misty had already took two of his heads off with her whip. He realized that his heads didn't grow back instantly like it usually does. That's when he learned that her whip wasn't an ordinary whip, but a whip made by a Goddess. “Yes I know we will have to call her, but we have no other choice, we have to save our Godsons.” Rayne said to her sister, who nodded when she heard Storm let out another loud cry.

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

If she is a white witch, then Qontessah was a dark or black witch, a true agent of darkness, but when she thinks about it, she still has a good heart. She felt stronger the moment she gulped down the contents of the bottle. It was a success, and she smiled at her. "I heard you've got a fiancé and another daughter, Violet. Congratulations," said Qontessah. “Thank you,” she replied. "That's why I prepared another present for you. When you leave, Xander will give it to you." "I appreciate your concern." "Not a problem," she said, looking at them all, "you may now return to your respective homes and complete your tasks, or else there will be dire consequences."

Kaida raised an eyebrow, glancing at my real body. “Her, I mean. Whatever she is. I thought you were set on punishing her. Why stop now?” I explained, trying to mask my flustered tone. Kaida scrutinized me, her eyebrow still raised. She seemed about to speak but decided against it. Instead, she sheathed her dagger and took her whip from the ground while producing a vial from her pocket. She poured its sinister-looking liquid from the vial onto the middle end of the whip. “Wolfsbane…” I heard my own voice whisper the word.

“We need answers. The rogue wolf—whom I was told that was successfully captured knows answers to this poison looming around your Majesty. This whip... it can get us the information we need. It can make him speak.” I was silent for a long moment, my claws flexing again, as the implications of his words sank in. The rogue wolf—the one who had survived my touch, the one who had left me with an aching void that I couldn’t ignore. I had not sought him out again after that night. But he had returned to haunt me in ways I wasn’t prepared for. “The whip is meant to break the spirit,” I murmured, more to myself than to anyone else. “It will destroy him before it gives us answers.”

From the west gate, Kaelith entered. Her crimson armor shimmered with golden filigree, shaped like feathers and flame. Her long black hair trailed behind her, braided with embers. Her eyes, storm-grey and fierce, locked forward with focused calm. In one hand, she carried a flaming whip, coiled like a sleeping dragon. Her boots barely touched the ground as she walked—hovering slightly with each step.

His title was named after his sword, White Death, the strongest, whitest and purest form of materialized sword to exist ever. He rarely uses it unless it’s serious, narrowing his eyes, his dominant posture came. Reaching but soon noticed a presence behind him. “Who is it?” Demanding assertively, he tried to attack it but Zadicus came out of nowhere, standing in the middle with Persephone, Kissing her passionately. They were drowned in each other, discarding the world which shattered Kriss. Kriss’ whole being stopped instantly when he saw them kissing, a fiery fire of envy burned in his eyes.

’’ ---------- Someone’s been watching at the Hive the entirety of the time, a beast person that resembles the characteristics of ants and bees- long antennae swings atop of his head whenever he moves it, armored in bright yellow color plates, at his back is a pair of large buzzing wings. ‘’What they are doing is defiance against Viscor Mukha’s laws!’’ DEOS XVI- END