Grounded Black Widow Weakness Novels & Stories

I could tell from the looks on their faces- disbelief on the twins’, anger on Adrian’s, that they were not expecting me to have finished cleaning up. They must have wanted to get me into trouble again. Everyone gathered at the dinner table, eating happily, did these people really never once consider that I might just decide to snap one day, poison their food, watch them die, then run away, or maybe kill myself? They were eating so heartily, acting like they were untouchable. They weren’t, wolfsbane was a werewolf’s weakness, and I had a ton of that growing in my mother’s garden. Not because I was plotting to poison anyone but because it weakened a wolf enough that we could do all the necessa

Terak said flatly. He looked at me. I waited. "For centuries," he began, "werewolves have had one weakness. One thing that could strip us down, destabilise us, make us completely vulnerable." He paused. "Wolfsbane." I had heard the word before. Vaguely. In passing. "You know what it is?" he asked. "A plant?" I said.

Right then, I'm sure she knew I said Thor before, and even though I twisted my initial reply, she couldn't disagree with me because all I spoke were facts I read in a reputable science magazine. "What she says makes sense. Silver is indeed a werewolf's weakness. You know– I think I like her..." She adds and turns to look directly at me. "I like people who can think fast on their feet but you should know, Miss Reynolds, that the weakness we're talking about here is the subjects that you like the least, understand?" I nod slowly. Dang it! She surely knew I fucked up but I have nothing to complain about since it works out in my favor in the end.

I thought she'd be as petite as Cecilia,' Zevin remarked in my mind. Zevin was a black wolf, the same color as Hogan's wolf. The black fur allowed us to blend in perfectly at night, making us more effective in combat. Despite this, Zevin took great pride in his strength and believed he didn't need camouflage. Apart from Hogan, Zevin hadn't met a werewolf who could defeat him. I felt a heavy weight in my heart and said to Zevin, "Didn't Dr. Pearce say that one must endure 24 hours of punishment from the Moon Goddess after breaking a mate bond? Maybe the Moon Goddess will arrange a new fate for Cecilia after 24 hours."

And I was starting to have hard breathing as I could smell the stinky scent of the black powder. "Okay, let me lecture you for the last time before your wolf's strength and power disappear. And eventually, you'll die," he shifted back to his human form and put a smile on his face. "That black powder is referred to us as the magical mountain ash mixed with wolfsbane. Those were two of our werewolf weaknesses. When they're combined, their effects become worse and stronger to someone weak as you." "We better get going, Denver. Joshua's boat is waiting for us at the tail of this wooden boat. Marcos and the rest were also heading in our direction." One of them highly suggested that made my wolf e

Although they didn’t lose their strength in the dark, they grew exhausted quickly under the influence of the darkness. The opposite was true for the Undead. Higher Class Undead like Elder Sand, Eva and Marie grew stronger under the blessing of darkness. If there was no moon, Aiden wouldn’t have been able to handle even three strikes from them! “Ladies, I think you have to take the kid seriously if you want to maintain your stellar record,” Elder Sand chuckled and said. “Yes, Elder” “Yes, Elder”

The ground shakes tremendously that all shelters and the gravestones get devastated in a blink of an eye. “I’ll show you the true power of a demon king! The power that defeated Randa who is as strong as ten million Leak!” Leak crosses his arms and lets out something like a black cross as he expands his arms. Alfi enters and negates it by striking it with Tipit. “It is not enough to kill me!” Alfi exclaimed. “Don’t get too cocky!” A horde of glowing-black-root come out from the ground and spread to them at a high speed.

Ch-113 Adira was at her wits end. She can't keep Azazel engaged anymore, given the stunt she pulled earlier. He was wary of her. And not to mention, her energy was depleting like a air leaking out of a balloon. Due to the absence of her wolf, she was very weak. Given with the fact that she fought earlier with Azazel and his lackey, she was weaker than before. She hardly has the energy to move an inch. She slumped on the ground helplessly.

Dobah commented, refusing to place the bond strength of his kind in the same vein with the werewolves. Seeing as the boy hadn’t thought twice before sending his mate away, he believed that the bond strength of werewolves were weaker. How could he send Blenda away? His light? His future? His happiness? Well, he could understand the reason for their weak bond strength; they didn’t have any darkness like the male ancients did.

And the walls weren’t thick so he was sure who was in the next apartment surrounding him, above and below and opposite would hear the noises. And people had seen him come in with a girl. Well he wasn’t going to be around for a while, so less humiliation. She tried to attack, but he delivered a sweep kick and she fell. That was still her weakness after all those months. He got on his knees. He had things he could use to finally get rid of her, but then he remembered that no kind of poison works on her. So he’d have to use his bare hands. So he made his way to the kitchen. But before he could open the drawers she was on his back.