Black Blade Kindred Weakness Novels & Stories

My father had decided weakness would not be tolerated in his heir. I woke up with a violent start. The glass slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. Pain exploded in my chest before I could draw another breath. The Black Blood Curse had returned. Black veins crawled beneath my skin as my heart stuttered dangerously. Kaelor roared inside me, fighting for control while my body partially shifted. Claws extended from my fingers. My spine felt like it was splitting.

Every step taken in the forest produces a crisp sound, likely due to the crunching of dead leaves and branches. The clairvoyant continues speaking, revealing a startling prophecy. She claims that a child, considered a sinner by the Lyrcan clan, has the potential to either save or destroy us all. This child, born during a full red moon, is a half-werewolf and half-vampire. She possesses the ability to eliminate all supernatural beings on Earth if necessary, as she is the pureblood of the pure. The clairvoyant describes her eyes as completely black and believes she may be possessed.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

It was heavy laden in my hands and so were his words through my ears. “It basically talks about what it entails to be a hybrid and even as a supernatural, it details our strengths just as much as our weaknesses. Every one of us has something that could kill us, silver and wolfsbane for Werewolves, and the Aetherbane arrow for Witches. We have the wooden stake for Vampires…”

"No, she never did." He came at me, and I met him, steel against steel, and the force of it ran up through my arms the way it always had, because whatever else my brother had become, he had not become weak. Black magic does not make a man weak. It makes him hungry, and hunger is its own kind of strength, the worst kind, the kind that does not know how to stop feeding even when there is nothing left worth eating.

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

For the Ebony Panther King was already on his way here. “Wing Augmented Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King” Mane swung the sword with all his strength. The stone sword hummed strongly, glowing with a beautiful green light. The winds of change mingled happily with destructive lightning and created a greater output of power than either was capable of individually. For a second it looked like it was going to break. But it stood firm, handling the destructive energy of the Bloodied Blade technique before handing it over to something else – the crystal clad abdomen of the White Fox.

Magic, physical fighting, all of that healing, and everything in between. One thing that I admired about Ziyah was that she had a fucking amazing warrior’s spirit. I had never encountered a more brutal fighter than her. I could already imagine that their pups would end up being just as fucking brutal. Hell, Blakely had the same soul skill as her mother. Not to mention that she was also of strong Alpha blood and strong Fae blood. Only idiots would cross the next generation.

I felt embarrassed to admit that. "Oh," she turned the book away from me and released a sigh. "According to what is written here, Dhruv's weaknesses are Faes and rain. He's a Lycan and a Fae, and Fae's are weak against each other's magic. Also, Lycans are not resistant against Fae magic like you claim-"