Golden Godfrey Weakness Novels & Stories

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV.

There was so much assurance in his eyes in that moment, assurance of safety. “You got him good. He can’t get up and if he does, I can handle it,” I let go, and the bat fell loudly on ground. “Good girl.” I felt weak and in the next moment his hands caught me as I blacked out.

“I see your greedy personality can't be conceded any longer. Wanting to reap where you didn't sow? It will remain a futile way of thinking. He scoffed. “You might want to continue reading. I offered a….” His words were cut short as the door was kicked open and the guy he had sent to fetch Sonia entered with a gun pointed to his head. Mr. Godfrey clenched his fist in annoyance as he watched them approach. It was a disgrace to him that one of his men was overpowered by a fragile woman! “You underestimated me, boss, by sending this weakling to fetch me.” She said with a smirk as she kicked him, making him drop to his knees.

My arm rose and my thumb rubbed across the large scarring on my forearm, and my fist clenched once again, before I looked back up at the people in front of me. “A lycans biggest weakness is silver, I fully intend to utilize this information, after all, the king himself told me it.” I was met by a few looks of pity but I pushed them aside, I had to stop being bothered by what everyone else thought. I knew more than anyone that life was far too short to be worrying about the opinions of people, Freddie said he thought I was the strongest person he knew, it was about time I started to act like it.

That was harsh and he could have gotten hurt. North stops at a stream for a drink. As I am lapping up the water. I look up and Foster is staring at me. “He’s probably jealous that you’re bigger than him. Broady had a goddess complex, remember?” Goldie tells me, causing me to ignore the scrawny wolf that Foster is. “I could easily kill him. But I don’t want to get my fur bloody.” I told her. “Don’t underestimate him. Broady is cunning.” Before she reminds me of some of his antics at Beta Academy.

It exhilarated him to watch as others suffered and begged him for forgiveness on their knees in front of him. This was definitely the first time he'd suffered a beating. Only now did he know what pain felt like, and it was the worst! Out of reflex, Alfie wanted to retract his fist. But much to his surprise, the golden barrier carried a great suction force. So, regardless of how hard he struggled, he couldn't draw back his fist by even an inch! This was the Golden Protection Spell of the Jewel of Prosperity. It had a double protection spell. Hence, it provided two times more protection.

However, the Golden Shield did not deter Zephyr’s attacks, in fact, it just made him punch even faster. Suddenly, the Golden Shield began to crack and without even pausing for a rest, Zephyr gave it a final earth-shattering punch with all his might. The Golden Shield was instantly shattered and the force of the impact extended to Theobold which caused him to gush out blood. All the onlookers were astonished by what happened. Even the veteran initiates could not believe that Zephyr was so strong. The veteran initiates were much more knowledgeable than the newcomers, some of them were even Agility of level four or five. Even then, they could clearly see that Zephyr’s punch was imbued with a ma

The vines screamed as they touched me, shriveling away. I reached in and tore the webbed heart from his body. He gasped, but he did not scream. He had no rage, just... disbelief. His knees buckled. "No..." he rasped. "No... I was meant to—" The heart crumbled beneath my paw like ash. Godfrey collapsed. Dead. The battlefield stilled. All around me, the fighting faded. Creatures fell to their knees. Magic dissipated like fog in sunlight. I stood panting, trembling, covered in flesh and blood. Kendra dropped to her knees nearby, the strength gone from her limbs.

“That was his own fault. He couldn’t hold his liquor and injured himself. I wouldn’t harm the poor boy.” Gullen did a neat impression of Biadet, innocence personified. I wondered who had taught who. “And you’d be willing to say that in front of God, would you?” I asked him. I assumed Gullen wasn’t immune to Godfrey’s truth-telling ability the way Biadet was.

I liked Godfrey—his bloodline was known for having substantial wealth, and his ancestors helped fund the Blood Brothers' efforts. The difference between Godfrey and the rest of his family, however, was that they were humble, and he was not. Godfrey was older, and liked to strut and flaunt his wealth. He always wore designer clothes, drove expensive cars, kept his nails manicured, and his eyebrows were arched better than a woman's. He was six foot five and was obsessed with working out. He also thought that he knew everything about every subject matter and was often defiant of the younger generations, despite us all being well into our hundreds. I tolerated Godfrey because his family supporte