Radagon And Elden Beast Weakness Novels & Stories

Hearing that, Aiden’s face darkened, which was the response Trish had hoped for. Everyone knew that Aiden harbored immense jealousy toward Rion, and Trish knew that Aiden would always lose his temper when he was being compared to Rion. *** Meanwhile, inside the Castle of Vampire, in a dark room to be exact, Rad was observing Aiden. “You are easily provoked. That is your weakness,” Rad said. “Shut up!” Aiden didn’t need his advice. “How stubborn,” Rad said flatly and then walked away, leaving Aiden alone. After Rad left, Aiden smirked. He was still connected to his body in Panthera Palace.

The beasts launched a fierce attack on Darryl. ‘Damn it!’ Darryl felt so helpless as he held his Heavenly Halberd tightly and fought with the beasts. Darryl was also incredibly weak because he had been beaten up by Lorelle. On top of that, the beasts were not only strong but were also agile in their movements. Darryl was no match for their strength. He only had his Heavenly Halberd to rely on as a defense against the beasts.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

He was like a giant golem made of silver-plated steel. "Holy shit!" swore Radcliff. Berk swung his hammer furiously. His blows hit the floor and cave walls repeatedly. Astrid saw cracked floors and walls everywhere. Now and then, a tremor was felt due to the shifting cracked ground. Radcliff and Cassia's bodies were flung against the wall, crushed by the impact of energy waves. Without the power of the dragon magic stone, their strength weakened considerably. They weren't an opponent comparable to Berk, who used the dragon's silver heart power at that moment.

Adrian's expression was as hard as stone, filled with murderous intent as he clashed wildly with the beast. Boom! A powerful punch sent the beast flying. Despite its immense size and strength, Adrian's physical power was superior. The beast was mighty, but its lack of intelligence made its attacks predictable. Adrian quickly realized the beast’s weakness was its head, and he focused all his strikes there. Under Adrian’s relentless barrage, the beast staggered back, struggling to maintain balance. As Adrian pressed the attack, his energy surged violently, and he stayed on high alert. He knew one wrong move could lead to injury, and the ominous void around him suggested more dangers could emer

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

The beast isn’t retreating, it’s enraged. My stomach knots. I start pacing in front of the screens, pulse thundering. How much longer do the mages need? And then Eldon moves again. He shoves his friends back, ejecting them off the beast’s body like he’s chosen to face this alone. “What are you doing?!” I yell. My wolf snarls in disbelief. “Do you want to die?” I ask no one in particular. The shield flickers back into place, thinner this time, barely clinging as Eldon hacks away not at the beast, but at glowing circles that flare into view.

The bond screamed with his strain, his ribs still healing from earlier cracks, blood dripping from his mouth as he fought free, slashing at the pup-beast that lunged at him, its spines grazing his shoulder, void poison burning through his veins. Elara's origin activation completed, her body erupting with shadows, staff twisting into a void weapon as she blasted Elias, her son staggering under the assault. "The hive's will be done!" her chorus declared, but Elias's silver light held, purging flickers of void from himself. "Mother—you're still in there! Resist!"

I barely had time to raise the Blade of the Unwritten to block the blow. The impact was deafening. The sound of our blades meeting wasn't a metallic clang; it was the sound of a scream. A shockwave of black and gold energy exploded from the point of contact, shattering the glass jars on the walls and sending thousands of tiny souls flying into the dark. I was thrown backward, my feet skidding across the obsidian floor. My arms were shaking from the sheer power of his strike. This wasn't the Rowan who protected me. This was the **Inverted Beast**—a creature made of pure hate and Elders' rot.

Elden Wood, Myth Heaven…. A frail figure of a woman, with long, flowing, messy, white hair, limped along the slippery ground full of mud. She tried to walk on the large wooden roots but her feet were injured because of the thorns that suddenly stuck out from those roots. She walked slowly and tried not to breathe too loudly, even though she was already panting. That Lycan was injured. He wouldn't be able to catch up to her. Not even the Dryad, she looked too weak to run after her.