Black Whip Mha Novels & Stories

VALENTINA The Whipper's office is in Whitechapel, tucked between a butcher shop and a pawn broker. Perfect cover. Blood smells from the butcher mask vampire scents. Desperation from the pawn shop masks everything else. I'm crouched on the roof across the street, watching through a scope I borrowed from Tom. Borrowed meaning stole, but he'll steal it back later so we're even. Three vampires went in forty minutes ago. Parliamentary Whippers, the enforcement arm nobody talks about. They're the ones who make sure supernaturals stay in line. Blackmail, threats, occasional disappearances. Democracy requires enforcement, after all.

I said emotionlessly, "One must face the consequences of their actions and accept the punishment." As soon as I finished speaking, I lashed out with the whip, striking Hailey directly. Werewolves possessed formidable healing abilities. The whips used by the Dawn Pack were soaked in wolfsbane. A hit from such a whip would slow down the healing process of the wounds. Moreover, the whip was specially made to cause intense pain with minimal force. I cracked the whip, and Hailey cried out in pain, "Ah, it hurts! Waaah, it hurts so much!"

Rage and loss filled my body, transferring more energy into my storm. Ghost whimpered behind me. My emotions had disrupted his fight, and the large gray wolf took advantage, getting on top of him and snapping his back leg with its powerful jaws. Before I could move, an impressive salt and pepper-colored wolf sealed its jaws on the great grey wolf’s neck. Ghost disappeared while an aggressive fight continued. The two wolves were evenly matched, showing their lethal moves quickly.

Zayla’s breath hitched as Maera came into view. She was smiling. In her hand was a whip, long, dark, coiled with quiet menace. It didn’t look like a mere tool; it looked like a weapon forged for death itself, promising pain with every flick. Zayla’s throat went dry. Maera stopped a few steps away, tilting her head as she examined her prize. “Such a fragile thing,” she murmured, almost thoughtfully. Then her lips curved upward. “Now listen carefully, hun.” She lifted the whip slightly, letting it unfurl.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

Too safe. "Please, do make yourself comfortable," Hailey said, gesturing to a soft sofa. "Would you like some water, coffee, or wine?" I shook my head. My thoughts were whirling. I felt a little bit secure. Secured? Could I really feel secure in a place like this? My stomach sank at the thought of the last name. "Could he be related to them?" Blackthorn was a popular rich Alpha family and Marcus was from a similarly affluent home.

he whispered as he caressed my face, still holding me by my waist,"The very first time I saw you, I knew I was whipped at that very moment," "Oh really?" I sarcastically inquired," The last time I remember, you weren't that 'friendly' though," He chuckled and places a small kiss on my forehead,"I know I made a mistake that day, but now, all I can say is that I am whipped! I want those cherry lips of yours to be mine alone. I want those sparkling eyes to set on me alone, and all of this... is mine," he put his hands on my bum and squeezed it which made me whimper a little, and slap his chest. He just chuckled and continued to lean his face towards mine.

... ‘Just some regular whipping’, Thane had said, but he had lied. The metallic steel-coloured whip was very much unusual. I couldn’t help but wonder how someone could create an object like this with the sole purpose of using it on people. The whip was a dark, shining metal, and the tip had been split into five. The elders passed the whip to the guards, the same ones that had too many piercings. They dipped the metal whip into the contents of a basin.

He could not believe the b*stard had a deflecting spell cast by the Archfiend Antigonus himself. Amidst his fury, a thought came to Magaera. He spat coldly, "Fine. I can still teach you a lesson, even if I can't destroy your fairy soul!" Magaera drew a sparkling whip from his armor. The whip gleamed golden, radiating with unspeakable force and strength. It was the Soul Slayer Whip.

she spat back and the spit in Briana's face. I found myself smiling at that, I couldn't figure out why but it made me proud. She is a fiesty wolf for a low-level omega I thought. All that washed away when reality came back to me and I heard a "clap" sound. I looked and she had stepped her so hard she fell back, another gash on her right cheek was created.I watched as the blood trickled down her cheek. I got angry all over again, then I saw her stand up and and kick her in the stomach.