Black Whip Deku Novels & Stories

JUDY’S POV Chris approached me with a calm demeanour, his movements deliberate as he set the tools on the table. A teaching whip lay coiled neatly next to a hand card, both polished and intimidating in their simplicity. His gaze met mine, steady and questioning. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low but firm. I nodded, swallowing hard. There was no room for uncertainty in his question. “I need to hear you say it,” he insisted. “Yes, I’m sure,” I replied, my voice steadier than I expected.

I begin to panic when the music abruptly stops, and the partiers halt their dancing. A crack sounds across the club and the sea of people part. At the other end of the club stands a large burly man, a scar across his blue eye, the other a shit shade of brown. He smiles a mouth full of yellow teeth, chipped and rotten, shrugging off his bearskin coat and letting it fall to the floor. In his hand was a whip, the tail edged in metal. The tip illuminated blue. Just like the weapons that had been used to attack the Kodiak Kingdom.