The Blackened Fury Weakness Novels & Stories

Pierre Andronicus smiled and patted Soheila's hair when they stood up. “I expected that it was strong, however, I didn't expect that your mental strength is that strong.” Pierre Andronicus went back to his seat and continued, “Mental Strengths had levels of the aura. The highest one is black, you got one and I was not ready that's why I got affected by your aura. Once you grow stronger, your black aura would become bigger and bigger. Black aura is an endless one compared to the other levels that had limits.” Soheila sat and listened to her Master's words.

I projected the diagram I had drawn after my very first battle. “They control the shadows as an extension of themselves. Their touch is excruciating because their temperature is much colder than any other species. Anywhere their shadows or skin touches hurts like hell. Besides spelled weapons, the only other weakness I know of is light. It was like when I got Asry’s flesh. The light of my fire encased his flesh, leaving him vulnerable. It was also the fire the destroyed the black magic when I was unconscious. However, I believe the same thing would be a weakness for them. Being burned.”

Though I was in an advantageous position, I approached Joey cautiously. Before going to Black Furies, Orathe had warned me, "Remember, be careful of the Black Furies royal members' curse at the last moment of the battle. The Heimann's bloodline has a special Gift; they can choose to exchange their soul for a curse. Instead of returning to Moon Goodness after death, they turn into black flames that chase after the person they hated the most during their lifetime. That flame can't be extinguished by water unless the enemy is burned to ashes. It is one of the most terrifying curses, so you must be cautious. Alisha, I am giving you the Moon Stone of our pack; it can stop the curse. So, during th

That made the majestic King fall helplessly on the floor with a shatter. "The God is checkmated, Papa," he continued before, to his father's surprise, crashing the White King more using his expensive shoes. "Relax. We've trained the Amati well. He is furious. Watch how he will kill the god." He grinned. "The Black Knight will kill your enemy soon." . . . AND THE BLACK KNIGHT WAS ROARING IN FURY, INDEED. The sound of his black Ducati burning the street was just as deadly as how the man was riding it—cutting through the dark and passing through the night like the silent murderer he was made to be. The anger in his fearless eyes was screaming for blood. Rome. Wanted. Blood.

However, he wasn't even sure that the black wolf would seek to harm Harry, and that was the difficulty for him. Wayne knew that Black was a cold man, but his wolf was a vicious, calculating animal, ready to do anything to get rid of those who dared stand in his way. And therein lay the problem. The big black wolf had phenomenal strength and could reduce any creature to nothing, but the animal preferred to play with its prey and plunge them into madness. The black wolf always took a malicious pleasure in letting his victims believe they had a chance against him. Before killing them, the second hope disappeared from their eyes.

I growled in pain as I watched his own wound heal up like I hadn't just cut him angrily. I gritted my teeth and struck again, unleashing fire like the breath of a dragon. The blaze filled the hall, swallowing him in fire. But from within the fire came a roar, not of pain, but of fury, and Tenebris emerged unburned with lightning wrapping his body. His sword lashed out, and each of his strikes sent shockwaves of electricity through my body. He slashed my shoulder, then my arm, then my chest, seeping my strength away through each cut. My body burned with wounds as blood spilled freely, but still I swung, still I refused to fall.

The dark aura that enveloped him seemed to pulsate with malevolence, casting an eerie shadow over the clearing. Fester's muscles tensed, his fists clenched tight, as he summoned the last reserves of his strength. He knew that he couldn't afford to hold anything back, that this was a fight that would determine the course of their struggle. With a surge of determination, he lunged forward, his movements fueled by a potent mix of anger and resolve.

“I told you not to fight it.” Another step. Then another. The distance between us shrinks. The air thickens with something electric. The bond surges again. Stronger. It cuts through the darkness around him like a blade. And the darkness reacts. Violently. A roar tears from his chest. Raw. Feral. “Stop!” he snarls. But it’s not steady. His voice fractures halfway through the word, splitting between something monstrous and something human. Black energy explodes outward from him, swirling like smoke given life.

I swallowed hard, ropes cutting into my wrists as I shifted. Why does everything have to drag me into it? I thought at Roundy, panic rising fast. {Calm down. Panic attack right now won’t fix anything.} I’m trying. God, I’m trying. The voice sounded again, closer this time. “You see, black slin is unique. Doesn’t do much to the human side, just makes you extremely weak. But the wolf? It destroys it slowly. Piece by piece. Until the wolf ceases to exist.” A low chuckle.

It was always yours. The duel stretched long, brutal. Her opponent fought like a wolf with nothing to lose—snapping, tearing, dragging her down again and again. Her breath came ragged. Her body screamed and then, something broke. The Fury roared to life. It burned through her muscles, through her lungs, through her very bones. Fire and shadow spilling from her like wings unfurled, her eyes lit with that primal blaze of power no council decree could deny. She struck. A blur of claws, of teeth, of force that wasn’t just hers but something older, deeper, carried in her bloodline. The courtyard lit with the violence of it, wolves stumbling back, shielding their eyes from the storm and when it cl