Enslaved Cupid Weakness の小説・ストーリー

The clang echoed down the hallway like a death knell. She crumpled to the floor, fragile and gasping, her body curling in on itself. And in that moment, something darkly satisfying unfurled inside me. So weak. So breakable. A woman like this couldn’t protect herself, couldn’t protect a pack, couldn’t even withstand the smallest taste of my strength. Pathetic. And yet—my blood sang. Because weakness meant she needed me. Because fragility meant she was mine to mold, mine to own, mine to keep chained beneath my will. Alek could whisper poems to her, but she would learn that only the monster had the power to keep her safe.

His perfume was expensive but I knew that he wasn't my. I looked around and I was suddenly alone. He had disappeared. I sighed sadly. I wish more people like him existed. I looked at the vial again. If I did drink it and it was poison, at least his face would be the last face I saw before I died. It was better than the life I was living. I opened it and tilted the vial to my mouth and downed the contents in one swing. The effects were almost instant. I felt my body become stronger and soon, all my bruises healed. My leg no longer throbbed and my stomach no longer gave me pain. I looked at the vial again and kept it in my pocket–as a memory to the first kind person I had met in my entire life

Even if her witches power could not get him to want her, she was still a beautiful woman, why was he not responding like a man should? She pointed a hand at his cock, a spell guaranteed to cause erection. Christopher's dick shot up but fell almost immediately. She did this a couple more times but the result was the same in each case. Christopher found that he was just immobile. Everything Wendy was doing was not affecting him in the least. He was tired and he had been with his love who though was his weakness was also his strength. When Wendy had placed his hands in her cunt, he had been moved like a normal man but had fought the desire to be with her. The more difficult part was when she in

she stretched her hands and all the soldiers fell to their knees, all screaming in pain as they held onto their chest. “A Witch’s weakness? Humans believe that it is the cross and the bible but I know one thing, your weakness is your heart. Any one who can pierce sharp objects through your heart has totally incapacitated you all” One by one, the soldiers fell to the floor and they began melting into various liquids, causing all the Queens and even the crown to gasp. One of the Queens tried to attack her but it was futile as she easily dislocated his arm and removed his fang causing him to scream in utter pain.

“Vincent…don’t let me…disappear…” The walls of the chamber cracked as mirrors shattered everywhere. The ground began to swallow his legs whole. Vincent lunged forward, his claws stretched out, while his heart burned with pain. But just before he could grasp her hand— The ghost whispered once more through her lips: “Your strength was never your true weapon, fox. It was her weakness. And now…it belongs to me.” The chains clamped down tight, and then darkness enveloped the chamber.

My eyes are glued to Nico’s. That bullet in the heart probably hurts as much as the stake through my chest did, even though the wound’s already closing – It’s smoking like acid was poured into his chest. Sicillio’s experiments may have given my enforcer power similar to that of a vampire; they’ve also left him with many of the same weaknesses. I need to get that bullet out of him before the wound closes up around it. “Sorry, love. This is definitely going to hurt.” I plunge my hand right down into his chest before the cut can fully seal. His back arches, eyes flaring wide. I have to fish around more than I wanted to in there, wreaking damage with every movement.

“The pack speaks his name like a bruise. They say he softens Thorne’s spine. They say he makes the king foolish.” I let the cup come to my lips, tasted the wine while watching their faces. The burn at the back of my throat steadied me. “Weakness is a tool,” I said. “Wielded at the right time, it breaks stronger things than steel.” Darius leaned forward, the firelight catching the thin silver scar at his temple. “Then cut it.” If my fingers had not curled around the rim of the cup, I would have shown him the map of moons and old vows burned into my bones.

But he was already getting tired. Fiona aimed the fireball at Jackson, and I pulled it to myself because I knew it could damage Jackson's shield. "Haven't you realized, stupid girl, that your greatest weakness is your love for others." sneered Fiona and pointed the new ball at Jackson and I took it in again, knowing very well that it would weaken me again. I don't know what she had done to me, but despite the fact that I had previously received strength from the elements, they were now weapons against me. Jackson focused again on strengthening his ability and stepped in front of me.

The silence was cold and the more seconds went by, the more my heart race increased. Why's he quiet? But he can't choose me. What about B? He can't leave him at the mercy of this witch.. Adam sighed and looked around befor turning back to her. "I'll kill you jade. I'll make sure you die by my hands. I'll send you to hell and I promise you the pain won't be relieving at all. "Untie Kira. Give me Kira right now" He ordered and my eyes widened. No!!! Not me...

But as soon as he'd uttered it, he closed his eyes and shook his head as if he didn't want to talk about it anymore. "I'm not bad." His eyes turned white. "But I'm not good either." "What? So you just hang out in the middle?" "When it suits me." He smiled then stood. "Tell me, do you believe yourself strong enough to resist a Dark One's touch?" "I did before." I stepped back from him. "Before I was mated to Ethan." "His blood makes you strong. His mark… stronger than before." Cassius tilted his head. "But the human heart is the strongest of all. It surpasses all immortal claims."