The Blackened Fury Weakness Novels & Stories

“All strength. No brains. No strategy. Just a beast pretending to be a leader.” I spit blood onto the ground, forcing a grin. “Better a beast than a pretentious coward who's as selfish as me.” His eyes narrow. His boot slams into my chest, pinning me to the dirt. “You can’t win, Blackfang,” he says softly. “You never could even back then.” I dig my curved talons into his leg, tearing through hsi muscle. He jerks back with a hiss and I roll away, scrambling to my feet immediately, my chest burning.

But we were faster, more agile, weaving through his relentless attacks, searching for weaknesses. We moved in perfect synchronization, our claws tearing at the their dark flesh. Black blood spilled across the battlefield, but each wound healed almost as quickly as it was made. The Overlord's mate, fused within him, shrieked with rage, her twisted voice echoing through the air as she fueled his attacks, directing him with savage precision.

Cara pov Alpha Black was a strong alpha. Even though he likes to bite and run, it doesn't mean that he is weak. He chooses to hide his power and feign weakness so as to make you underestimate him, but it wasn’t for me. I have lived with him, and I know him and every trick he has up his sleeve. That was why I poured my strength in our first clash. meeting his charge head-on. Our blades clashed, the force of the impact sending a shockwave through the air.

Soon, black energy slowly reached out from the center of the vortex, covering Svenberg completely. "My Lord, I haven't felt your energy in a long time! Let me, Svenberg, finish this mission for you!" Svenberg opened his eyes and the black energy faded into nothing. After that, Svenberg came down from above. He looked at Wilbur, who was more than ten meters away, and laughed creepily. "There is no cultivator who can fight against the God of Destruction. Your death awaits you, Wilbur Penn." Svenberg raised the black sword in his right hand, infusing it with the black energy around him before swinging it at Wilbur. The powerful blade energy cut right through the storm, causing the ground to cra

It was as if I was always living in his shadow, forever cast aside, deemed unworthy. "Damn it! Damn them all!" I growled through gritted teeth, the weight of years of resentment crashing upon my shoulders. "He think can fool what he likes? And they can control me, and determine my destinies. Curse or not, mate or Not, goddess fate or What not! I can't take it anymore!" I yelled. Black's growls mirrored my own frustration, urging me to seize the power that was rightfully mine. Together, we were an unstoppable force, driven by the desire to assert our dominance and reclaim what had been taken from us.

Their unwavering support fueled my determination to defeat Alpha Blackwood, to break the chains that had bound us for far too long. With a surge of adrenaline, I unleashed a devastating blow, catching Alpha Blackwood off guard. He staggered, blood dripping from his maw, but his resilience matched his wickedness. In a swift counterattack, he struck back, claws ripping across my flank. Pain seared through my body, but I refused to falter. Drawing strength from the pack's unwavering loyalty, I pressed on, landing blow after blow, until finally, a decisive strike sent Alpha Blackwood crashing to the ground.

'How?' I asked Raja. 'Blue dragons have only one weakness. Fire.' What? You should have told me earlier! 'Even if you have the ability to manipulate fire, I don't think you can make an arrow out of fire. One should hit the eyes of the blue dragon with a fire arrow. It won't kill him but it can blind him for moments, then the princes can do something to paralyze him afterwards.' Fire arrow. I had never did that nor I tried. I also don't think I can do that, but...

"But someone has done this for a reason and we need to find out that reason." "Well, there is one slight issue." Dagmar interjected. "The block has been weakened." "What do you mean by weakened?" Lucas's eyes narrowed, a darkness filling them that had the whole room shifting uncomfortably. Except for Dagmar. The old crone was a granite force, unmoving as the room seemed to darken with Lucas' mood. Icy blue eyes remained transfixed on the werewolf, hard as ever and sharper than any physical blade. Despite her weathered and worn appearance, Dagmar stood her ground, unfazed and unimpressed.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"Return." The group began to leave, a group of people carrying large mirrors, a group of people walking on two sides. The man is walking in the middle, his figure is tall, and the suit on him makes him even more powerful. The gun on his side seemed to move with every step of its owner, silent but extremely scary. King Ivan coldly stepped into his big black business car, his face in the dim light became more and more deadly. He reached out and unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, his chest inside was enchantingly strong.