Blackwhip Quirk Novels & Stories

"See you all on the other side!" Remaining in place, I watch as Uncle Ramone shifts into his wolf and leaps, grabbing one of the crow beasts by the leg and dragging it to the deck of the ship. "You got your weapon?" Fineon asks, turning his gaze toward me. "Or should we..." "I’m ready." Letting a smile spread across my face, I pull my titanium whip, which is specially equipped with tiny spikes along the whip itself, and strike out. Where the whip hits, electricity erupts, scattering all around.

This must be the injury I did to him with the silver bullet, leaving him permanently unable to use the limb I shot him in. But what grabs my attention isn’t Malcolm’s useless arm - it’s what he’s holding in his other arm. It looks like a long whip made of braided cord, with some kind of shimmering purple material woven through it. He cracks it in the air and a huge whiff of that floral scent hits me again. It must be coming from the weapon he’s using.

90" *WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP* "95" *WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP* "100" *WHIP* I am starting to get weaker and weaker as the wolfsbane and nightshade work it's way into my body. I'm starting to hallucinate and see some pretty messed up shit thanks to the nightshade. I am dizzy, I have thrown up everything I can now I'm just dry retching now. I don't know at this point how I haven't bled out. I'm just wishing this would end.

In the awkward angle, Qusyairi’s body stopped like a statue, only his eyes blinked in confusion. “A question.” He whispered. “What is my attribute?” A chill crawled under Qusyairi’s skin even though he barely understood everything. Not many knew but his whisper skill only worked once any of his skin touched the enemy as he whispered small. Hence, he always thought that his attribute was a hassle. The split-second touch was enough.

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

Thinking of this, the two of them uttered a groan and pounced upon the black shadow. Axe had two snowy-white hatchets in his hands and with a great murderous look, he chopped the black shadow in order to kill him. A black long whip appeared in Whip's hands that seemed like a viper in the dark night. Whip gave a sharp flick of the whip to the two legs of the black shadow. In the same Mercenary regiment, both of them had a certain level of chemistry in the fight so that they blocked all the routes of retreat of the black shadow. Facing with the attack of two master-hands, though surprised, the black shadow wasn't confused. His body suddenly heightened directly to more than two miles and quickl

How would they win then? “I’m afraid our new friend doesn’t agree,” Black Hand laughed and said. Orange Ivy turned to Mane with a questioning look on her face. Mane scratched his head and smiled wryly. But he admired Black Hand for seeing through his thoughts and understanding just what he was thinking. “Black Hand is an assassin. His weapons are the source of his strength. Vital Orange is a Tiger, and without his claws and teeth, he’s basically 65% weaker. As for you, you cannot really be classified as a Bull or a Boar because your fighting style seems different. I’m assuming that the whip attached to your hip isn’t just for show. Which means you are more likely to be a rare type of Thrashe

"Of course! I know the kind of person you are and what is fitting for your mind. I am not going to come up with something you wouldn't understand. Believe me, it is a question you can answer. A very simple question I am sure will trigger your mind." Blackwheel furrowed his brows. "Sure, you can feel free to ask. I will decide if I am familiar with your question." "Alright!" Jack said, moving slowly around the room. "Have you ever used your powers to do something bad?" Blackwheel laughed exuberantly. He couldn't explain why he was laughing because he neither found the question funny or amusing. "What is funny about it, James Blackwheel?" Jack asked. "Are you going to answer my question or pre

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

If Moore was to suffer, I'm afraid no more than 3 lashes will die. Brawen was still standing there receiving the blow, she couldn't dodge for fear of hitting Moore, nor could she create an ice shield because the whip was too strong. She could only helplessly stand there and take the blow. What Brawen can do now is save magic power and think. Please think of something, Brawen, please. So dizzy, no, don't sleep, you have to wake up, you have a lot to protect. How can you be so stubborn? – Irina trembled with anger, what kind of cow is Eron, can she still stand after eating dozens of fire whips?