Blackwhip Quirk Novels & Stories

Leo said as they all stand beside her holding their swords in place. I firmly hold my sword in my hand as I wave my other free hand and a whip made of light appear in my hand. I run towards them swinging my whip hitting them but they block some of my attack. I appear in front of Vlash just for him to block my sword. When I heard the black goddess groan in pain and the loud rumbling from her fight with the goddess Eve stops I look at her direction to see her on the floor winching in pain as the goddess Eve is walking towards her holding her sword on her side. I teleport and I appear in front of the winching black goddess covering her and facing the approaching goddess Eve. I wave my hand and

"Alpha! The High Council Enforcers just raided the Whitmore manor! Lord Cedric Whitmore has just released a public blood-decree declaring Chika Whitmore an illegal rogue, revoking his bloodline rights, and surrendering full custody of Chika's ancestral lands to Ronan Blackwell!" My heart drops into my stomach. I stare at the glowing slate as a official High Council document pops up on the screen, sealed with the Whitmore crest and signed in fresh blood: The total forfeiture of Chika Whitmore's warrior rank and territorial assets, effective immediately upon order of Lord Blackwell.

Sebastian raises his muscular arm as high as he can and hammers it down toward the ground with a whistling sound breaking through the air at the force. At the last moment, he pulls his arm up, a simple flick of his wrist. The wolf has a mere second of a whimper before his head snaps back and his throat rips out with a wet sloshing sound. I gape at the violence of it, the sheer strength of the throw, and the momentum being used… how the simple movement used with a whip can somehow dislodge the whole throat cavity. It’s barbaric and alarming. But Sebastian seems completely unphased, as he moves to his next opponent.

But, as soon as she stood for another attack, the woman threw the quilt to Méah which she avoided easily. After the quilt disappeared from Méah's sight, the woman was already equipped with a black, spiny whip. She was now standing on the bed. The woman wiggled it with an intent to kill and then lashed it towards Méah. Her calm and gentle face was now replaced by a cruel, devilish look accompanied by a provoking smirk on her dark red, thin lips. Méah dodged the strike of the whip quickly. Talking about weapons, Méah was a little bit disadvantaged as she only have a small dagger with her, compared with the span of the whip that could cover.

Can’t men and women go to public places labelled as friends? “Hey, which one? Black or grey?” he asked while holding two shirts. “I have seen you in a lot of black shirts already. And black is not a good colour to wear under sunlight. I choose white,” I answered. “White is not even on the choices. Come on, pick.” His brows were furrowed. “Black,” I said. He returned the black just as I expected. “You said black is not a good colour under heat but you picked black,” he said while I follow him to the counter. “Because I know you’ll pick the grey one after hearing what I just said.

But the two didn't falter instead their grip becomes even tighter. With the deep silence and intense air, a gorgeous lady in a black cloak with a fitted dress and a style that expressing her fully bloom bossom, and that shows how white her slender waist and thighs are, looking so irresistible. She wears a black mask that covered her beautiful features yet highlighting her reddish lips making more enchanting. Her slender arms and jade-like fingers holding a black curly dagger with the sharpest blade were already touching the vulnerable neck of Himari and the brawny guy without one noticing. One wrong moved they might lose their head.

He looked at the ginger wolf, then at the moon, then back at the wolf. "No," Black whispered, finding courage where there was none. "No, this is impossible. The ritual... the power is supposed to be mine!" I felt the weight of the small knife in my waistband. I didn't think. I didn't plan. I just reacted. I grabbed the handle, pulled it out, and drove it straight into Black’s thigh. He let out a sharp, choked scream. His grip on my arm broke as he stumbled back, clutching his leg. Blood, dark and thick, began to soak through his expensive ritual pants.

Like a viper coiled in the dark. What could I say? I had already told her I was Vireya yesterday, and she’d punished me for it. So I remained silent. She studied me for a moment. Then, with a flick of her fingers, two women stepped out of the circle. They didn’t bring silver whips or metal rods. No, what they wielded was far worse, raw, writhing energy glowing green in their palms, as though the very forest’s venom had been distilled into light.

"There are other Black Scorpions here though but they will only appear or act on my command." "Oh, I see, that explains everything. So why can't I tell Grandma?" Queen asked. "Well.... because you do not want to get her really agitated. It might affect her health. She hasn't been doing so well these days. She'll be very happy to see you though," Black Axe elaborated. "Oh, she isn't feeling well? That's such a big problem. Ahh... but Grandpa, I can share it with him, right?" Queen asked. "Well...," Black Axe sighed, "Your grandfather has been suffering from dementia. The symptoms come and go, so a doctor is treating him for it. But anyways, you can meet him and just try your best. You might h

“White signifies low strength. Black signifies growing strength. Blue signifies shaky strength. Violet signifies moderate strength. Red signifies danger. Green signifies human strength. And human strength means such a wolf is hopeless from ever attaining wolf strength.” “So, there are wolves that can never overcome their weakness?” “Yes. Those sets of wolves belong to the green category. They’ve got natural strength. Just the normal human strength. Sometimes it’s genetics, their low motivation or the will of the goddess.” “And what does yellow signify?” I asked. Her expression was unreadable. I couldn’t tell if the look she gave was a good sign or a bad one.