Novel & Cerita King Of Puppets Weakness

"You come in here, overwork my wife, humiliating her, abusing her, while she is carrying my baby." Dante chuckled mockingly, "How does that make you any different?" He turned and walked over to me, the sound of his cane echoing across the room. "Don't you slice her skin with your knife too? Hit her with your bare hands too?" "You are the one who is making me do it!" "Exactly." He smiled evilly, "You are nothing but a puppet of mine even in my death bed because that is how weak you are. You are a failure for me. You are not going to inherit anything because you are weak."

And this meant that if your soul was weak and you invaded a person with a stronger soul… “You will be trapping yourself,” Cronos slouched in his throne lazily and mumbled. The Origin King’s soul should have been a mighty one because he was so ancient. And it was. But the old coot didn’t know much about souls to be able to utilise his power. It was like handing a rocket launcher to an infant baby. The weapon may be powerful enough to destroy a house, but without the strength to carry the dastardly thing, it would just be a decoration in the infant’s hands.

It gave me the confidence to speak up. “ I think that it has been shown many times that just going to fight with the vampires straight on does not work. My mate, the king has gathered the largest army of warriors the werewolf world has ever seen. He is the strongest king, no matter how he downplays it, that has walked the werewolf lands. He is fast, strong, compassionate for his warriors which is why they fight so hard for him. There is none better that could have led our people to a war yet with everything, all attempts have failed to bring us victory. Our strength and numbers have not worked so far. We need to start thinking of a different way to attack this war. Our physical factors can n

And from that I knew that his wolf had taken over and was in control. I’m damn terrified… I’ve heard of him. Everyone who knows him runs away from him. The noises, chants, laughter, music and jokes dropped immediately causing the silence in the room to be terrifying. Everyone looked at me with pure sympathy in their eyes. He was known to be a ruthless, monstrous, barbaric and cruel Alpha who willingly slaughtered his own parents as soon as he claimed his title. I wasn’t weak, I know. I wasn’t innocent, I know. I wasn’t fragile, I know

the monster laughed and said madly. "Father--" his son couldn't finish what he was going to say when the man immediately approached him and dug his claw into his back, which penetrated his chest. "Useless." It rings true. "Now that I'm no longer king. I can kill whoever I want without my wolf protesting. But look at Damon. It's getting weaker. His love for people and his weak heart and mind can make him useless. You'd rather Can the weak be together? With me. We can rule and become powerful." My jaw tightened. I don't care if it's stronger than Damon. What is important to me is the heart of my mate.

“As a werewolf, we are born warriors, fighters. We do not yield to defeat." I struggled to find the words, my voice hoarse and weak. "But I have been defeated," I whispered, the weight of my failure heavy upon my shoulders. "I am broken, beaten. He has magical strength which is unheard of and to top it off he also has magic. Only the moon goddess knows what he has hidden within his body that gives him such power. “I gave him everything I had. My punches shattered the walls and the entire training halls. That should have knocked him out unconscious but he was standing long enough to stab me with wolfsbane. How am I going to beat my own weakness and his magic when I am limited."

“Maybe you’re right. Those haggard, bony creatures couldn’t even hold a proper fight, could they? But you don’t see their true advantage, young King. We both snatched the throne from our brothers, but you’re too inexperienced, too spoiled, to understand the power of unity. Your country is nothing more than a fractured collection of High Lords, all pretending loyalty while they bide their time, ready to betray you for a taste of great power. “Even the weakest creatures can be lethal if they strike together, without fear. I’ve learned that through years of experience—and solid history.” Augus paused, and with another flash of blue light, the crowd of puppets snarled and moved forward in perfec

I ground out, because if he did then he would have known kidnapping me was the worst thing he could ever do, powerful or not. “Oh, I know exactly who you are…why do you think you cannot access your powers? I know exactly who you are dark goddess and just like superman has his weakness as kryptonite, you have obsidian which negates your powers and which is the foundation of this whole area” he said proudly and I wanted nothing more than to wipe the floor with his face. “As for your beast, it’s simple poisoning. A mixture of silver and brimstone and they won’t show their furry little heads as long as the poison is in your systems…so you are as helpless as a new born baby” he finishes.

I stare down at him, breathing hard, hair hanging in my face, my arm at his throat and his heart slamming under my knee and the whole world narrowed down to the stunned gold blaze of his eyes. “You faked it,” he says. “You said to find the thing that breaks.” I’m grinning. I can’t help it. I’m lit up like the silver’s still in me. “You have exactly one weakness, Your Majesty. It’s me. You saw me hurt, and you forgot everything you know.” I lean down, just slightly, my arm still across his throat. “A god can’t fight what makes him stupid.” And something changes in his face.

What it didn’t have. Deteriorating. Kennedy had said it. Marina had said it. The ritual timeline pressing because he was running out of time, running out of the smaller rituals that had sustained him, running out of the capacity that a thousand years of dark magic eventually exhausted even in something that had started as the most powerful Lycan who had ever lived. Weak. But weak was not the same as powerless. And the pale eyes watching us from the center of the chamber were the eyes of something that had survived a thousand years precisely because it understood the difference between those two things better than anything alive.