The Blackened Fury Weakness Novels & Stories

But the drug and panic drowned it almost instantly. Adrian roared like a wounded lion, launching himself at the nearest operative with savage, animalistic force. His massive frame collided with the black-clad man, sending both crashing into an antique mahogany side table that exploded into splinters under their weight. Fists flew in brutal, bone-crunching close-quarters combat. Adrian’s possessive rage fueled raw, unrefined power honed by years of unchecked dominance. He landed a devastating elbow strike to the operative’s ribs, the sickening crack of bone echoing. But the tranq dart was already coursing through his veins, making his movements heavy, sluggish, his vision beginning to tunnel

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

“Rancid left you something.” Nitro stood up and walked to the back of the room and opened a door. He disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with a large box, one that would hold an expensive dress. He placed the box on the table in front of Jake and sat down again. Jake opened the box and pulled out the black leather jacket. It felt heavy in his hands and he turned it over. On the back, etched onto the leather, was a burning phoenix with his road name, ‘Wrath’, beneath it. Jake swallowed the lump away and looked at Bandit.

the wolf inside said. He lifted his head and looked straight into my eyes. That was when I saw it. He was a Blackthorne Beta. They were rarely found as rogues, and their kind was uncommon. A Blackthorne Beta was as strong as an alpha from any small pack and could easily defeat them in a duel. I grinned when I understood what bringing in a Blackthorne Beta meant. The power I could draw from him was beyond measure. I would become stronger, even stronger than Damien Blackthorne.

His shoulders hunched, his breath hitched. Not only him. Every elder in the room—including my grandfather—felt it. Their spines stiffened, their hands twitched against the table, their hearts beating faster under the invisible grip of my presence. "No," I said at last, my voice sharp enough to cut the silence. "I'm furious. And fury is not weakness; it's my weapon. Fury is the blade I'll use to gut my enemies. Including you, Wulfgar. Don't mistake bloodlines or old bonds as protection. If you dare stand against me, I will cut you down like the rest."

Black Moon staggered, then caught himself, but the shadows around him glitched for a second, breaking apart at the edges before pulling back together. “This isn’t ordinary silver, you sick bastard. That blade was made for your kind. It eats through shadow binding, tears up cursed healing, and keeps the wound open while the magic spreads.” “So you can bleed after all,” Black Moon looked down at the dark stain spreading over his robe, then back at Killian with hatred. “You think one enchanted toy changes anything?” “It changes enough,” Killian shot back. “You won’t heal fast, and every second that shit stays inside you, your power burns itself out.”

A thick layer of black fur covered my skin. My vision sharpened. I heard frantic heartbeats around me. At this moment, they were facing the most terrifying creature in this world. I do not say that because Valkyr is my Lycan… but because he is the fiercest and strongest Lycan of all. If he were my enemy, I would undoubtedly be dead. My Lycan howled while his opponents began their shifts. I waited, enjoying the fear radiating from them. Seconds passed as the monster unleashed its fury. Everyone around it fell, blood splattered on the walls, and headless corpses littered its feet, yet this did not satisfy the Black Wolf. They had wronged his mate, and he would never forgive them.

"The red-eyed humanoid wolf's weakness is its head. What could be the black-eyed wolf's weakness?" Fenris shrugged before he looked back at Dark Summoners and he positioned his sword in a ready-to-fight gesture. "We're going to find out."

I pulled at his black aura. I sucked all his magic from him. I took every last ounce. His face went slack with pleasure. I didn't look down. I didn't want to see what it did to him. But I was merciless. I took it all. I took every last ounce of the black aura, but I didn't stop. I didn't want to. I wanted all of it. I wanted to make sure he never hurt another person again. He couldn't have any power left. Never again.

He was just too powerful be it in terms of power, speed, or defense—he was superior in every way. The Apocalyptic Legion’s attacks had little effect on the Black Dragon. Lucas thought that even though the Black Dragon had a strong defense, it would probably be difficult for the latter to withstand the Dragon Slaying Saber’s full force. However, the point was that he could not even get close to the Black Dragon. Boom!!! A shocking explosion was heard. Subsequently, Biggy, Scarlet, White Doll, and Rayne collapsed, losing their ability to fight as they were all severely injured.