Black Blade Kindred Weakness Novels & Stories

’ Bash scolded Blaze before whimpering. Lilith studied the knife that sat beside him. It was laced with silver. It wasn’t looking good. Checking the other wounds Blaze had on the arms and back, Lilith realized something that made her heart race at an unbelievable speed. The vampires had silver hidden under their claws. Their claws were known to be razor sharp and had the strength of steel so when they slashed at Blaze’s back, one of them got close to his heart. Silver had already spread all over his body.

Their actual skills are not that strong. "Face-to-face combat is their weakness! Fakes like Blade wouldn't even have the right to stand next to Chris if he wasn't a part of the slaughter gambit. Even after igniting all the blood essence in his body, he would still not be able to harm Chris at all. Don't worry, Blade will die in the end no matter what!" "That's right! Who do you all think Blade is? He's just a little stronger than Fane. As an assassin that lives in the sewers, who never dares to use his true identity, facing Chris head-on is suicide!"

There was clearly a black mark on their bodies. It was obviously effect caused by Electrical power. Compared to the two, Zephyr Khan was not so lucky. With the power of Great Blood Cleave and the unique skills of Heavenly Thunder Ember, Zephyr Khan barely resisted the attacks of the two. But compared with strength at academy master level, he was too weak!

He responds with a knowing smile and then he says "The moment I saw the two of you together I knew you were going to ask if we sould keep him. And I have been giving it a lot of thought... And now that you are awake my answer is clear, I could never keep a mother from her child, of course we can keep him." I spend the next two days in the hospital, the doctors say the knife used on me was a blend of Iron and Silver, they think because the Fae blessed me I have their weakness to Iron. Since I am a werewolf my weakness to iron would not be as deadly as theirs, and silver does not hurt me as much as a normal wolf, but the two mixed apparently cause me a great deal of pain, and slow my healing.

I stare down at my arm, at the only injury Cassian’s men were able to inflict on me; it still burns slightly, but it’s finally starting to heal. “You said the weapons would make them stronger!” Cassian hisses at her. The witch, who I am assuming is Cassandra, trails the tips of her fingers along his jawline, “do you know how much strength it takes for a human to break through a vampire's skin? The blades do make them stronger, it’s not my fault your men are cowards.” She sighs again, staring at me like I’m some minor nuisance, “but, the blades should also keep him from healing… which is my fault. Whatever, it doesn’t matter now, I have my hybrid.”

she whispered, fear threading her voice. “You survived it,” I said, gripping the handle of my knife, feeling the familiar weight like an extension of my arm. “And then you make sure it never comes back.” Blade gave me a nod, a silent agreement. His gaze flicked to the shadows. “It’s not human. Not really. But it can bleed. And when it bleeds…” His eyes glinted. “…we make it count.” From the corner of my eye, I caught movement. A black blur, almost imperceptible, circling behind the trees. My heart hammered. The figure was patient, letting us think we had a moment’s reprieve. But that was all it was—an illusion.

Fighting in human form will be more advantageous than in werewolf form, which means fighting to death. Blade was lost in her thoughts, so she did not notice that Medina attacked her again. Blade has no choice but to attack her again. She was thankful that Medina did not let others intervene. However, Blade already knew she was at a disadvantage with her fight with Medina. The longer the fight gets, the more powerful Medina gets. And Blade could not see most of her attack. She had suffered a lot of injuries, making her speed and attacks dull. But Medina also got a lot of injuries from her, although her attacks were weak. Eventually, Blade's knees weakened and she knelt, Medina kicked her head

He wastes no time, his calm, measured steps are exasperating, but I force myself to step back, letting him work. He examines her quickly, his brow furrowed. "The blade was coated with wolfsbane and seem to be forge from sliver," he says, his voice low and grim. "It's weakening her system and the sliver is suppressing her healing. If we don't act fast, she won't make it." "Then act fast!" I growl, looming over him, I say again, "Do whatever you have to do. Just make sure she doesn't die. Understand?"

True to his word he has turned many, he has healed several others by feeding them his blood. His actions are not philanthropic, rather they serve only to fuel the fire and keep the rumour mill grinding, Blackledge is the sanctuary of the damned. The Vampires he creates are lesser in strength and resilience and far more unpredictable and savage in nature. I believe his appetite for the kill passes to his creations, but it is not a theory I have explored, nor do I intend to. No matter the reason for their inherent wildness, they are a liability and our future already teeters on a knife edge.

Damon’s beast is half-out already as he grips the iron bar as though he’s grabbing one of the triplets neck. “You all are cowards!” Kade voices out, utilizing his Alpha aura to raise his volume. They have been poisoned with silver, which is steaming inside their blood, so they are rendered frail in muscular strength. “You can’t even fight your own war well, but decided to use a witch against us. See you all, hypocrites in your own shadows. You did not win, and that’s what you don’t understand. Any of you would have killed the girl onset, but we kept her, and now you dare use her against us? It shows just who really is weak here. Could you have done what she did, half of it even at that?”