Pink Kryptonite Novels & Stories

“Honestly, Jason. Deep down, I don't wanna return as the God-of-war. I'll do anything to give up that life. I want something else now, something more soul-bonding and eternal than spilling blood and conquering the world,“ “Hara?“ “Yes, Hara. I wanna be her mate, her husband, her life, her reason to smile. I want her life to revolve around me and that isn't gonna happen if I'm always out there, fighting. She doesn't seem like a war-freak to me.“ Jason laughed, standing to his feet and stretching out a hand for a shake. “Congratulations, man. I think you found your kryptonite. The very same one you said you were good without,“ I was forced to laugh. He was hinting at my repeated mouthing off y

I ask him, as I try to get inside their heads, but somethings blocking me. He smirks like he can feel me inside his brain, and his eyes narrow. “I honestly don’t know why he didn’t have all of us do this as soon as you came here, but now the playing field is fairer. Don’t you think?” Asher asks, and my eyebrows scrunch. “What are you talking about?” I ask him. He smiles, “Gold. Your kryptonite coursing through our blood streams. You won’t be able to use your mind powers on us.” He tells me, and I start to feel the heat radiating off of Gunner, but I ignore it as my mind goes to Dean.

He kicked and thrashed as ineptly as possible without giving away the fact he wanted to get caught. Moments later, he ended up tossed into a cage. He winced as he hit the bars, the silver burning his exposed skin before he rolled away to the center, away from the poisonous metal. Kryptonite for superman, silver for shifters. Every hero owned a weakness. His sat in the cage alongside his shaking her head.

Using his inner energy to control it, he made it drop sharply the moment it was out the window. A cry of pain immediately came from downstairs. It was Kevin's voice. He'd clearly been hit. Damian smirked. Did they think they could escape unscathed from him? It wasn't going to be that easy for them! Although May had a pretty weird temper, she knew her poisons well. He'd just thrown out the pink pill she'd given him before. According to her, the pill would turn into a cloud of red mist once it shattered. Anyone who inhaled it would start hallucinating and be consumed by such a violent frenzy that their blood vessels would rupture, causing their eventual death.

Grandmother takes me to the dungeons, and the guards already know why we are there. My grandmother, in a mind link, tells me to look up. "These are ancient rocks; you could also say they are living rocks. They protect themselves from harm. They consider magic harmful, so they use electricity to stop it. It is funny, really their kryptonite is rubber. Then, of course, every king has witches put wards of protection, keeping people out. Back to the rocks. Witches keep the rocks' weaknesses a secret, otherwise they would be useless as a protection against evil magic. I had already put on rubber shoes before coming into the dungeon. My magic will be unaffected.”

Julio added, his eyes shining. "I've told Ted to help me find the place. It might take some time, being that we only have an idea of what the inside looks like. But the pink powder..." I said, hoping it would be a clue. Damon shook his head. "There are at least fifty, if not a hundred, places that manufacture the pink powder. It's just a variation on heroin. It makes things more fun. The variety came out about a year or two after I took the throne. It was mostly done by people our age."

"The green pigment can be used to color ceramic bowls." "Interesting. What is KCN." He reached out for the binder and locked it in a drawer, saying, "You can't afford it." "Okay. But what is it?" "Potassium Cyanide." "Hmm... The name sounds familiar." He handed me a tiny vial of medicine for my grandfather, and I gave him the money. "It is familiar and fatal. Can kill a full grown man in a matter of seconds." "Is the death painless?" "Why? I don't sell it to teenagers."

This place has become our sanctuary. Yin and I were indestructible and invincible because the creators made us that way, but little did they know that we too have our weaknesses. We are not allowed to be together or get closer to each other. She is my kryptonite and the same goes for her. We are vulnerable when we are together, and we learned that the hard way. Our powers were supposed to be shields but our guards are down when we are together. Our powers don't work on us. We are just ordinary human beings and we needed to be at least a kilometer apart in order to activate our shields.

The glass-and-steel monolith of Black Enterprises loomed over the city like a silent titan, a testament to Damien Black’s obsession with absolute perfection. Inside, the air was pressurized, filtered, and scrubbed of any imperfection. For most, it was the pinnacle of corporate luxury; for Elena, it was a temporary sanctuary from the world’s tinier, eight-legged terrors.

Adam was sure, she was his kryptonite. Kris felt the wall that Adam made for the two of them. She was upset. How could he be so warmth then so cold. How could he made her felt so safe and made her so vulnerable, Kris doesn’t like the feelings she had. She tried her best to hide her disappointments as much as she could.