Valiant Gargoyle Weakness Novels & Stories

It carried an immense demonic force, kicking up everything around it. “Oh, sh*t!” Zephyr cursed. Based on Bodrick and his lackeys’ conversation, he guessed this was the doing of a stronger fighter within the Bone Hall, one who was busy training. Bodrick was an Agile of level six, which meant that his lord was probably much stronger than he was.

Val uttered while staring at the unconscious Willow and let out a sigh. “She will wake up soon.” I said and closed my eyes as I leaned my back on the chair. I’m not trying to sleep, but to use my divine eyes to see through the entire magic realm. The four walls are being attacked by goblins and monsters summoned by the demons. They’ve been attacking the walls nonstop, and it looks like the monsters regenerate themselves after being heavily injured by the attack of magic users and other angel warriors. I could feel everyone’s fear, but this war was inevitable as well as death.

I could sense this place originated from ancient magic as the aura it gave was too overwhelming. Hours turned into days as I immersed myself in my research. I discovered fragments of Azrael's history, his weaknesses, and his obsession with power. The more I unraveled, the more I understood the threat he posed to our kind. His biggest weakness is his emotions. Turned out every magic cast on a werewolf had its price to pay for it. Be it powerful or small magic, there is always a consequence. I had finally found Azrael's chambers. I had peeped in once to find Azrael completely weakened like he was slowly dying, worried, I was just about to go in and check on him when I heard a second voice. It

It's like this enemy surpasses all previous challenges in terms of strength. The entity's eyes shone with a cold gleam as it moved forward, its shape changing and flowing like a true shadow. "It hissed, calling them mere mortals." "You are unable to understand the strength that you are up against." Eva inhaled deeply, concentrating on the glyphs that were still dimly glowing on the walls. They had utilized the symbols in the past, however, their strength had almost run out during the last fight. She stated that the glyphs are still our top choice. However, we must discover a method to enhance their enthusiasm.

It felt almost natural, as if it had always been this way. ‘Yes?’ ‘The shadow beast has three weak points. The tail, the eyes, and the horns,’ Valerius explained. ‘Do not waste time on anything else. You must go for the kill, or none of you will have the strength left to face Baelor.’ I stared at him, stunned. ‘How do you know that?’ ‘I know everything, my Dove,’ he chuckled. ‘This is not the first time I faced one of Baelor’s beasts.’

And my power is to protect a werewolf's energy, which would include removing silver from our bodies. Claire assured me the special power was gifted to help so I had been silly to think that I would weaken Cole. With my face hovering above the giant's sleeping face, I asked with a frown, "Did you already know that I couldn't weaken you?" The giant opened his eyes and gave me a look of boredom. "I told you many times but you wouldn't listen." I looked up from his face and rolled my eyes. "You could've tried to convince me." His hand came behind my head and he pulled me down for a hard kiss.

There was so much assurance in his eyes in that moment, assurance of safety. “You got him good. He can’t get up and if he does, I can handle it,” I let go, and the bat fell loudly on ground. “Good girl.” I felt weak and in the next moment his hands caught me as I blacked out.

“Ouch!” Valkyrie let out a growling agony when one of the rogues clawed at her stomach with its claws. This was not good. The claws of a rogue was poisonous. Rogues that had completely lost their minds possessed a kind of poison in their claws that was able to weaken their prey by paralyzing them. Valkyrie refused to give up. Forcing us to the limit until she had finally killed the other two rogues. The last of them she had torn out his throat. She gave me back control of my body. Now that the adrenaline had gone down the effect of the poison had begun to kick in. my limbs were getting weaker and my system was shut down. I just lay there in my wolf form.

Varkis’s eyes narrowed, his moves slowing. Vera rushed over, her aura flaring. “He’s weakening!” she said, hacking again. A barrier dropped, exposing Varkis’s flank. I leapt, clawing deep. He roared, throwing me off. Pain shot through my arm, blood soaking my sleeve. I staggered up, glaring. “Try harder!” I taunted. Varkis lunged, but I sidestepped, slamming him down. That explains the level of his strength. He doesn't have true power, his power is borrowed making him an easy target once his source is cut off.

Some wielded spear with it's peak poisoned. The men Ezekiel gathered were around 50 and they were really powerful, plus there were also powerful gargoyles which was forged out of lusterless magic of the dark. A gargoyle was indeed powerful as a whole but they had like 15 of them positioned and ready to clash.