Golden Godfrey Weakness Novels & Stories

Fortunately, Blackor was a muscle brain and only knew to be straightforward in battle; he was very weak at feints, and Golden could exploit his weakness. However, Golden lacked the speed to do such a feint in front of Blackor at the start of the battle. He had the feeling that he was almost at the point of increasing his Agility and put his hopes in increasing it in the battle. Golden was at six points of Agility quite some time already. He had been hoping to reach the seventh point before the Clan's Gathering, but in the end, he only reached it in the middle of the battle and managed to win thanks to that extra point of Agility.

“Every supernatural creature and even some humans know the weaknesses of werewolves and what they are vulnerable to. That hasn’t left werewolves vulnerable. Courage isn’t an absence of weakness; it is striving despite it. My weaknesses are also the weaknesses of the enemy, and so I think it is a win to find it out.” He nodded, and his eyes fluttered. “Yes, you’re right.” With her guidance, he had seen the bigger picture. The answer was indeed with them all along. She turned her attention to Quincy and said, “Tell us.” “Gold,” the little boy answered without hesitation. “Gold.” Zera repeated after him, confused about what he meant by that. Zera wasn’t vulnerable to gold. She had many pieces o

No it isn’t possible,* Dante shouts, in shock. I gauge the male carefully, trying to figure out if he’s lying. He doesn’t seem to be, but Godfrey’s had thousands of years to perfect his manipulating abilities. I turn away from him and rub my face, as a rotten feeling settles over me. “He’s one of our best, from a wealthy family. He can care for her, and give them both an incredible life,” he continues. My hands ball into fists at his words, and I find my legs starting to give out. I drop to one knee, and stare off into the darkness.

The hardest part is that the gold artefact is the only copy in the whole world. It worth $20.6 million, if I successfully steal it, I would be given $1.2 million. I sighed. “I’m sorry, Jee. I already made up my mind.” “And what’s that?” “I’m so in.” Jennie just sighed giving up totally. I got up and got dressed in my mission suit I’d chosen by myself. An over-sized black hoodie to cover up my face partially, black leather jeans. I grabbed my black boots and put it on.