Enslaved Cupid Weakness Novels & Stories

My eyes look up at Zacchary who was watching the floor with the most heartbreaking look on his face and even though he could sense my gaze, he didn't dare to look up. "I don't understand," I say, my eyes flickering between both Juliet and Zac. Juliet speaks again, "The only weakness she has is her uncontrollable greed and desire for more. She will never stop until she believes she has everything and ultimately that will be her only downfall." Juliet smiles pitifully at me and feeling suddenly faint, I excuse myself away from them and head to the drinks table where I quickly grab a glass of water and down it, clutching to the table as my head filled with thoughts.

“There is but one way to defeat her. You must create one who is stronger than any of us now, any that have existed. One who is already so evil that the Resurrection serves only to darken his already blackened soul. Find him, and then you will have a small chance of defeating her. You may outnumber her, but even then, you will not be successful unless you can overpower her in one-on-one combat. You must disarm her--and you must find a way to lure her in alone.” Giovani was overwhelmed with such a complicated response. “How? How would I do such a thing? Even if I could find one so evil, there’s no way that I can get her by herself, unarmed.” “You must think. Use your resources. Consider what i

I can't see the person making them but still, I know the owner of these feet. "Look at you.", his voice flows through my dark prison, like water through a valley. "Just like that day, when I first laid eyes on you at the auction house, I'm seeing you in this vulnerable state, all over again. Where's the feisty girl who gave a dozen grown men a run for their money? Aren't you going to pull some kind of trick and run away this time? I promise i won't get angry this time. Are you just going to lie there, looking helpless?"

That night, I called everyone together—our small, broken, honest pack. "I know we're outmatched," I said. "I know the odds are impossible. I know we're walking into a trap that's been decades in the making. But I also know something our enemies don't." "What's that?" Anastasia asked. "That being artificial, being perfect, being designed—that's not strength. It's limitation. Aurelius was made to be the perfect Silver Wolf. But he can only be what he was designed to be. He can't grow beyond his programming. Can't choose something different than what he was built for. And that's his weakness."

And to underestimate an enemy, is to be defeated by said enemy. He stands between my legs, bending his head down, not moving toward me. Waiting for me to give him what he craves. It's exhilarating, holding control over him like this. "One kiss?" I ask. He looks into my eyes deeply. "Anything you give me I'll take it." I lick my lips. "Sokolov..." It's almost sad to see him like his, "You understand how weak you are right now, don't you?" He exhales. "Yes. Addiction is weakness. But I can't-"

Waiting for him to react to my voice. “There’s nothing you can do, princess.” Wendell finally showed his face as he stepped out of the shadows of the trees. The moon was the only source of light. “What did you do to him?” I growled, feeling my blood boil at the sight of him. “Your partner is in a trance, thanks to the potion the witches threw at you. I’m surprised it didn’t knock you both out, but it doesn’t seem to have any effect on you,” Wendell said.

she stretched her hands and all the soldiers fell to their knees, all screaming in pain as they held onto their chest. “A vampire’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 liquid, causing all the princes and even the crown to gasp. One of the princes 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.

She exhaled deeply. A grim realization struck her, and her gaze narrowed. The potion. She had made it herself—specifically to weaken supernatural strength and power for prolonged periods—and she had never thought she would end up a victim of her own concoction. Her eyes darted to Elias, his smug expression making her blood boil. They couldn’t use their strength, and the most stupid idea lingered in her head. At first, she thought of breaking her fingers so they could pass through the cuffs, but just how many would she need to break?

He chuckles. “There is no way you could have calibrated it to seek out only my magic power.” “Ah. That’s where you are wrong,” He points to his chest. “You left me with a bucket load of your power, didn’t you? That curse was the key to all of this. I made my weakness your weakness.” He comes closer again and I take more steps back. “Mages and witches are alike in their weaknesses, overexertion of magic and low stamina, being low on those two mean instant death.”

As the moon reached its zenith, my bones began to twitch and crack, signaling the impending crisis. "Are you certain you harbor no untoward interest in Kaida?" Caspian asked for the umpteenth time. "No," I replied flatly, my movements swift and efficient as I secured the manacles around my wrists. The pressure was building, my head growing heavier as if some malevolent force was wrenching it around. I steeled myself for the impending agony, my body already beginning to succumb to the curse's insidious influence.