Blackwhip Quirk Novelas e Histórias

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?"

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.

Suddenly, the cubicle door flung toward me; I dodged. It felt like something was on my face. I faced the mirror and found myself wearing a black mask. The mask exuded a sophisticated expression and had a crown-like edge on top. As I held up my hand, I realised that I was wielding a whip. The handle felt dark: warm and cold. It’s like holding ice under boiling water. The whip itself was made of black material. It glittered like glass crystals, felt like silver, and patterned like scales made of thorns.

Its ancient aura radiated and it affect the beast's psyche. "WWWWIIIIEEEKKK. WIIIEEKK. WIIIEEKK." the lava breathing boar squeak helplessly. As if asking the black panther to show him some mercy. [What are you squeaking for?! Quit that! You annoying stinky pig?!]

I crack the whip a few times and smile as the sparks fly. I do it one more time and watch him stiffen and sit up straighter from the sound. The crack of this whip is louder than most. It sounds like a low rumbling thunder storm. It’s made from thick leather with silver laced claws and is enchanted with wolfsbane, Paralytic Venom and the holy fire that always burns and cannot be put out unless the person who activated wants it out. Thanks to Vor and Wendy we have plenty of items to help with getting information out of people. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk this out?” I asked in a mocking tone knowing he won’t do it.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

“This is the ancient whip of the Forged. It is said to peel away the will of even the strongest warrior, to leave them bare and broken before the one who wields it. It is said to be the only weapon that can bring answers from the silent.” I nodded, though my mind was swirling. A weapon like this could indeed break someone. I could already feel the weight of its history, the darkness that lingered in its design. But there was something else—something deeper—about it that unnerved me. “Is this... necessary?” I asked, my voice steady but filled with a tension I couldn’t shake. I glanced briefly at Riven, and his eyes betrayed a flicker of doubt. Thalira didn’t hesitate. “We need answers. The ro

“Everyone, hold on! We’re still alive, there is still hope! Protect the Sect Master!” Boom! Old Whitey fell to the ground and happened to land in the crowd of skeletons, instantly trampling on a huge number of them. The violent shake had smashed the ground into a huge crater. Alex let Jesse grab onto Old Whitey’s armor. He jumped down suddenly and slipped out the White Bone Whip from his storage bag. Snap! Snap, snap, snap! Snap, snap, snap! The explosion sound of the bone whip was heard when it landed on the army of skeletons.

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”