Valiant Gargoyle Weakness Novels & Stories

There is danger close by, his wolf said suddenly. I can tell that too but if we move any faster than this, we might just end up as hindrances, he replied. After taking some time to rest, he was finally able to get up. "I just hope this weakness will not be a problem to me," he said to himself. "Gate card set," the strange woman said with hysterical laughter. "You did not even care to know the name of who you will be battling against," she said with a smirk. "I do not care," Valentino replied to her.

In fact, it was wrong to call it a weakness. Strictly speaking, Ghost Cultivator had no weakness. However, the area between his waist and other parts was indeed slightly weaker. Hence, he looked like a weak spot. He had been sleeping all these years to make up for his weakness, to balance the whole body and to have no flaws. However, he didn't know that Caspian was so sensitive that Caspian immediately found a flaw and directly injured him. Caspian kept absorbing the ghost Qi.

Either that or not made it so everything feels real. Looking at the Giant Goblin, I wondered where the weak point on it was. During the Beta version, it had been on its stomach, with a mark to indicate what needed to be hit, looking at it now, I didn’t see any revealing mark. It was approximately twenty feet tall, dark green with a large muscular body and a small head, with pointy ears. It wore an armor plate over its chest. “Any idea where the weak spot is?” I came to a stop, not wanting to initiate the fight until I had a little more information.

For a moment, Vance doesn’t speak as he considers Damien’s question, and when his face falls, I know that I’m not going to like what comes next. “His body was impenetrable.” There it was, but that didn’t mean that I would accept defeat so easily. “There has to be something that can penetrate it; nothing and no one is invincible.” Even we, as immortals, had our weaknesses. It took a single ray of sunshine to turn us to ash, and bodies of water were uncomfortable to pass. So just like us, there had to be something that the bastard lizard was weak to. “There is one thing,” Damien begins. “But it hasn’t been seen for hundreds of years.”

My panic wells up inside, causing my heart to flail around in my chest like a bouncy ball stuck in a cement room with nowhere to go. What. The. Fuck? What the hell is wrong with me and doors today? I've never had an issue before, but now I've had troubles opening two of them. I'm not a klutz nor do I give anyone reason to make blonde jokes. Normally I'm a smart, efficient, semi-graceful—okay that might be a stretch—human. I didn't even make it into the room and I've failed a strategic test. The advertisements weren't lying. Only the smartest can work at Valiant Industries, and I have failed.

He refused to submit, his mind racing for a way to break free and continue the fight. As Gandalf's grip tightened, Viggo's thoughts raced back to the memory of his father, Adolphus, and the legacy he had fought to protect. The memory fueled his strength, pushing him to resist Gandalf's onslaught. With a surge of adrenaline, Viggo summoned his remaining energy, and in a burst of sheer force, he managed to break free from Gandalf's hold. Gasping for breath, he stumbled backward, his eyes locked onto the lycan.

The last thing he could afford was for her to be seen as his weakness of which he could be broken. Valker Arcane was a force to be feared, and he had no weak spots.

“I’m not going anywhere, James. You’re my world.” James looked at Ava as he took her looks in. “You’re a billionaire Weakness, You know that?” “No.. I’m James Valquez weakness. I want to be your weakness. Your only weakness.” Ava said, locking her eyes on James.

Izan growled, but he listened to me before kicking that jerk Greco in the face again. The vampire coughed so hard that he started vomiting blood, and I frowned at that. Greco was strong; he had a magical wall supporting him. He wouldn't suffer so much from Izan's attacks; in fact, he wouldn't even have allowed those attacks, so the only thing that could really be happening was that he was weak. Why would he be? I approached him carefully and looked at him with concern. “What's wrong, Selene?” my mate asked. “It's not normal for someone who stores so much power to let himself be hit and become so weak,” I said carefully and sniffed hard. “Something is wrong with him. We have to get away.”

Letting out a deep breath, I returned to the black stone runes on the wall and traced them with my finger, feeling for weakness. The seal trembled faintly beneath the rune, and I ground my teeth as the Light pulsed again, like a heartbeat, illuminating the tiny crack in the rune. Fury consumed me as I traced it with my finger. There was now a flaw in my perfection. A weakness in something that had held for centuries without question due to my abilities and strength. I pressed harder, feeling the magic push back against me like a living, defiant thing. The Light had always resisted my control, but never like this, never with such purpose.