Pink Kryptonite Novels & Stories

“A gauntlet with swinging silver pendulums and traps that contestants must avoid.” Vivian couldn’t help but think through the reasons why each of these were selected each time one section was mentioned. This particular was to test their reflexes and pain tolerance. One of the few things fictions got right was their weakness to silver. It wasn’t like some Kryptonite that’ll bring them to their knees just by being in its presence, but it did inflict extra pain on them. No one really knew why they were weak to silver specifically; it was always avoided in fictional movies dealing with werewolves but the truth wasn’t all that complicated, strange, yes, but not complicated. It was because silver

Seen it clenched tightly in Kira's grasp. "It's called the Crown of Thorns," Kathrine explained, her voice solemn. "A relic from the early wars. The use of It is forbidden. For good reason." My gaze stayed locked on the illustration, a strange mix of fascination and fury coiling inside me. The pendant was beautiful. And it had been used to tear the man I loved away from me. "What does it do?" I asked. "How do we destroy it?" She shut the book with a decisive snap.

Silver. It's the one thing that the scientists that created us couldn't breed out. If anything, silver is a lot worse for us. The pain, if too much, can drive us crazy. Going into a killing frenzy isn't just dangerous for those around us. It weakens us. It's easier to kill a Warhead when it's out of its mind.