Doomsday Weakness Novels & Stories

“Impressive. Wynnstan is from the Dooms and has the supreme Chaos Power. Yet, you killed him so effortlessly. You’re amazing.” James smiled faintly in response. “However…” Wotan paused and said, “The Dooms are the strongest race in the Great Realm. Wynnstan also carries a very high status in the Doom Race. You’ll have to be extra careful when dealing with him and must likely kill all the other creatures in Planet Desolation. If news got out, you’ll have a hard time getting around in the Greater Realms.” James was already aware of this. Even without Wotan’s reminder, he was already not planning on sparing anyone.

"Cree, where are you?" My eyes sting from the smoke as I push through the panicked crowd. Faces blur past me, some streaked with ash, others contorted in fear. I can barely hear my own voice over the cacophony of screams. As I scan my surroundings, my eyes land on a familiar figure. It's Cree, tied to a wall with thick silver chains that bind his wrists and ankles. Blood trickles down his face, mingling with the bruises that mar his skin. The glint of silver reflects off his limp body, sapping him of his strength. My great grandmother's words echo in my mind - werewolves and silver do not mix. It is their ultimate weakness. And here he is, the strongest wolf I know, subdued by this simple me

’ I thought as I gave one last look at the man who now looked like a stranger to me or perhaps I did not know him like I thought I did. I sat on my bed as I felt sorry for myself. 'Why did I allow this to happen, when did I become so kind or weak? Mark seemed to have forgotten that I am not someone who could be forced into doing something I don’t want to do. But he got one thing right, my strength. He placed ten strong warriors outside my door because he knew I could easily knock them down. The bastard even sprayed the room with a spray made from wolfsbane so I can only use 30% of my strength which is not enough.' Wolfsbane is a werewolf's weakness, it's like a poison that makes you weak and

she warned him because at this point, she understood one thing really very clearly that that demonic maniac in front of her had only one weakness that was she herself. Damien's darkened gaze turned more inky, processing the meaning behind her words. She picked out his only weakness and dared to threaten him with it. They both were gazing into each other's blazing eyes. Their bodies were practically brushing against each other. Their warm breathing was mixing with each other, causing her to tear up more. Once again her tears successfully overpower that burning anger inside him which melted him completely. Zia witnessed his features turn calm and his eyes to get filled with that unknown feelin

The whole room has narrowed down to that sentence. Strategic population reduction. There are phrases built specifically so nobody has to picture bodies. Her voice comes out very quiet. "Cull." Terminology disputed internally. "Not by me." LUS does not answer. Maya's pen moves hard enough to tear the paper. ARBITER = modelled collapse + population reduction. DECAY = engineered pathogen. Containment not objective. She stops. Looks at the words. The shape of it is worse than she expected, and that irritates her. She should be difficult to surprise by now. Dying should come with immunity to fresh horror.

Edmund had no idea that stolen special abilities would automatically scale to match the new host's capacity—and he had zero. Dead silence blanketed the hall. Then, the entire place erupted in thunderous laughter. "That's the so-called strongest ability?" "That wouldn't even tickle a zombie!" "Captain Gray's lightning is the truly powerful one. This guy's nothing but a joke!"

"They all tried but they all died at the hand of this great being, none could come near it, it was death, no one knew its weakness," "No one knew its weakness?" Alpha Grim asked. "Yes, my lord. Only death knew its weakness," She answered. Really? Death had weakness? What then was its weakness? "What is its weakness?" Mason asked in my stead. "It's most cherished," She answered laughing weirdly. "It's weakness is it most beloved, is fate his to know his weakness and never be able to run away from it? It will keep getting intoxicated until it is completely drowned and has no means of escape,”

“And what makes you think we can trust them? They’ve turned on their pace for.” Garron grinned, his teeth bared. “Keep poking, pup, and you’ll find out just how dangerous I can be.” “Enough!” Aiden’s voice thundered, silencing the room. “We don’t have time for this infighting. Damon’s the enemy, not each other. If anyone has a problem with that, you can leave now.” The room fell silent, the weight of his words resting over them. Iris put a hand on Aiden’s arm, her touch grounding him. “We have to focus. Damon’s army is huge, but they have a weakness. They’re bound by his magic. If we can break that link, we can turn the tide.”

Athena turned to Avril and grinned. “When he came to me, I knew I had to use the opportunity to make you stronger. The ‘special’ weed I procured made Dojo seem recessive. While that was true, it also made him stronger. Multiplied his strength and power each time that weed was smoked.” She turned to the man who used to be Dakar and smoothened a strand of his hair in-between her thumb and index finger.

We were in my room. "...I heard you screaming so I ran and called dad. Thank God he didn't go to work today. What was that man doing to you?...he locked the door of the kitchen so daddy had to break it down with his legs. Dad's so strong like superman" He boasted flexing his muscles. I smiled wryly. At least he was humorous enough to save me. Mr Adam is full of suprises... I couldn't help but blush... The door of the room opened and he walked in.