Golden Godfrey Weakness Novels & Stories

Even the butler Gus added disdainfully, "Master, forgive me for speaking bluntly, but he doesn't look like a doctor to me. He looks more like one of those roadside fortune-tellers!" Felix himself seemed skeptical, and cleared his throat, "It's alright, Mr. Lester. Everyone here is my most trusted. If there's something difficult to say, feel free to say it." Byron chimed in his support. "Yes, Mr. Lester, just say whatever you need to. There's no need to be cautious. Mr. Gold isn't like those pretentious elites." Frederick narrowed his eyes and hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly, "Based on my diagnosis, Mr. Gold, you are infertile."

she warned, her voice filled with caution. I nodded in agreement, she was right, we were not the only ones on the balcony, and I shouldn't be so careless. I took in deep breaths sitting on a chair, my eyes never leaving Godfrey as he practiced his focus with gamma Israel. Gamma Israel was able to give Godfrey a few punches to the face, knocking him to the ground although Godfrey blocked a few punches the punches he couldn't block gave him a red puffy face. I almost thought that Godfrey was strong enough to kill Mill, the poor boy is so weak and can't even stop kissing the ground.

Elder Alice looked away when I glanced her direction, but Elder Murack was smiling widely as if he enjoyed my pain and suffering, as if he enjoyed seeing my blood strewn across the chambers. Instead, I focused on the bond, needing to know they were lying. The King had never shown himself to me, so why would he be the one facing her? It was always Lord Sterling doing the dirty work, and he was here. The sudden spike of raw power surging through her, proved to me that she was still alive, but it also confirmed that she was fighting. My wolf snarled, claws pushing against my skin, and I could feel the magic in the chains failing as I fought against it and the hold it had on me.

Then he laughed like crazy. "Bwahahahaha! Don't underestimate me, Chosen One. Because I know your only one weakness! Hahahaha," he said while laughing evilly, and I frown slightly. He attacked me again, and this time I got serious. I need to know what they have against me because as far as I know, my only weakness is silver. Does this mean they will kill me using silver? Now I felt a little anxious. But I must keep my emotion under control and don't show any signs of weakness.

The sight before me was a testament to the ferocity of the encounter and it made my wolf angry. Gamma Raymond's strained voice reached my ears, his words laced with frustration and pain. "The rogue... he was unlike anything we've encountered before," he managed to utter, blood staining his lips. "He overpowered us, refused to shift back, and... he vanished." The gravity of the situation settled heavily upon my shoulders, a sense of foreboding creeping into my thoughts. A lone rogue should not have been able to overpower a group of highly trained warriors, especially not under Gamma Raymond's leadership.

And my power is to protect a werewolf's energy, which would include removing silver from our bodies. Claire assured me the special power was gifted to help so I had been silly to think that I would weaken Cole. With my face hovering above the giant's sleeping face, I asked with a frown, "Did you already know that I couldn't weaken you?" The giant opened his eyes and gave me a look of boredom. "I told you many times but you wouldn't listen." I looked up from his face and rolled my eyes. "You could've tried to convince me." His hand came behind my head and he pulled me down for a hard kiss.

Wretched even. "Oh my God," Eleanor gasped. "What happened to you?" "The werewolf kingdom isn't a place for me, Eleanor." Mrs. Goldberg coughed. Was she sick? "I'm not as strong as I used to be. Hard labor is not fit for an old lady like me." Eleanor was at loss for words. She didn't think it could get this bad. "I... I don't know what to say." She hadn't recovered from Nicky's case, and now this?

Long enough for my chest to tighten with something dangerous. I poured myself a drink, letting the burn of vodka scorch my throat. Anything to keep from admitting the truth that lingered just behind my ribs. Missy wasn’t a distraction. She was a weakness. My weakness. I hated myself for it. I’d been trained my whole life to strip weakness from my body, my mind, my soul. Father made sure of it. He’d say things like, “You want mercy? Ask for it in your next life.” And he’d drive me into the dirt until my muscles gave out. No mistakes. No excuses. No softness.

Dimitri Volkov is the Ice Prince of the Bratva—cold, calculating, and utterly untouchable. Nikolai Petrov is the Demon of the Syndicate—volatile, unpredictable, and obsessed with one thing: destroying Dimitri. For three years, their war has painted the city red. When a fragile truce is called, they meet on neutral ground at the Colosseum, an underground theater built for blood. But the meeting is a trap, and they're ambushed by a rival gang looking to take them both out. Forced to fight back-to-back to survive, they escape—barely. In the aftermath, something dark and dangerous begins to grow between them. The hatred is still there, but now it's laced with obsession, with desire, with a

It was little wonder he had survived this long and had been able to evade anyone else who had come for him. The young lad, thankful for his curious mind, had confessed a way we could kill Parker. Parker was not like every other werewolf. Wolfsbane did not affect him, nor did silver. His weakness was something ridiculous and something we would never have thought of: gold. Initially, I had thought the young boy had been messing with us. I had been very close to killing him and feeding his body to the wild wolves in the woods. But Selen, who was great at spotting lies, confirmed that he had been telling the truth. So, we went back to the merchant who had bought Mix's dagger from Parker and had