Pink Kryptonite Novels & Stories

"No, I won't. I promise to stay by your side always." "Let's have a pinky promise!" Little Karen showed her tiny pinky against Lionel's hand. "Okay, pinky swear." Lionel did not mind Little Karen's childish behavior. He showed his pinky too and hooked it with Little Karen's pinky, and he said very seriously, "Once we've pinky sworn, we can't break it for a hundred years." "If you break it, then you'll become a big bad guy. You'll become super ugly." Little Karen wiped her tears on Lionel's clothes and then burst into laughter.

It was unusually heavy. As I examined the ammunition, a chill ran down my spine. The bullets were encased in silver, with a hard lead core, custom-made to inflict maximum damage on creatures like me. Silver, the one thing that could weaken us, render us vulnerable. It was like a poison, a toxic metal that could seep into our veins and strip us of our strength, and it could lead to death if it struck out vitals.

It was struggling, suppressing something that was becoming too powerful to contain. By the end of the day, as I gathered my things at my desk, the pieces refused to stay quiet. Everything since joining Apex flashed through my mind, the increasing reactions from the amulet around Tristan, the way it burned when he reached for it in the garage, the pain during last night’s training, and now this visible crack. The suppression had held for years. My mother had given it to me as protection, a cage for the omega she feared would make me a target. But what if it wasn’t weakening because it was old? What if whatever it was created to suppress—my silver wolf bloodline, the power tied to Marc’s exist

"Hey! That's my toy!" I watch as the kid cries for her toy, being bullied by older kids. I stood up from the roof and walked away, I hate seeing such scenarios. I walked towards the Grymkin's forest, my clan's forest, this is where my clan moved after someone had spread a hideous rumor about us, which is true. Our clan controls fire. The kingdom has given us the title of "Grymkin's Protector" when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes.

he soothed. My eyes had begun to drift closed, but they flew open at the sight I caught over his shoulder. Konah had reached my father and Kormen’s mother. My father made no move to escape or fight, just lifted his chin as though welcoming whatever came. Kormen’s mother screamed and twitched as though she’d try to run, but Konah gave her no time. Without preamble, he thrust both clawed hands forward into their chests. A wet, sucking sound met my ears as he drew both fists back, covered in blood and gore with their hearts clenched in his hands. Dropping the organs to the floor he made his way to the door and seconds later I heard Amelia’s screams. I must have made a sound of distress because

she says, I raise a brow at her, it’s easy to break promises. “Pinky promise Elle” she says again holding her pinky for me, this was my version of the unbreakable oath, if she breaks it, she’ll die. I’d kill her this time for real, I held my pinky up for her, she wrapped her around mine before adding. “I promise, I would not harm you ever!” she says, now I could believe her. “Devil, you know most things about me, but I know nothing about you” I tell her accusing her of hiding everything from me.

Sebastian’s forehead wrinkled as he rubbed his chin, thinking…. “Can we make it distinctly ours as mates?” Nate chimed in. “How about Ag?” Bastien suggested. I furrowed my brows, “Wait, What? Why Ag?” “Because you are our silver? Just like Superman has kryptonite?” He was so convinced he had come up with a bright idea and was about to shout Eureka, Eureka! “Eww!”

Richard said as they were walking to an ATM machine located next to the shopping mall. “Thank you,” Rebecca smiled. “Did mum buy it for you?” Richard asked. “Not really, I bought it last Christmas,” Rebecca replied. “Is red your favourite colour?” Richard asked. “Why do ask?” Rebecca responded. “I’m just asking,” Richard replied. “Pink is my favourite colour, what about you?” she asked. “I love black,” Richard replied. “That’s cool,” Rebecca commented. “I would love to see you wearing pink,” Richard said. “Really? Can I ask you why?” Rebecca said.

I looked out the reinforced windshield. Ahead of us, the tunnel was blocked. Not by a cave-in, but by a wall. It was a wall of crystal. Massive, jagged spikes of translucent blue rock jutted out of the earth, interlocking to form an impenetrable barrier. "Resonance Crystal," I whispered. I recognized it from the old geology textbooks in the library. "It's harder than diamond. It absorbs kinetic energy. You can't drill it, you can't blow it up. The more you hit it, the harder it gets."