Black Blade Kindred Weakness 소설 & 이야기

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.

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV.

Bella knew why he was furious, she didn’t need anyone to tell her the reason. She…no, they watched as king walked passed them without any care at all despite seeing what was happening at that moment. Wait, did he hate her so much that even when seeing her in any sort of danger he ignores her. “Now you’ve gotten your answer, get off me!!!”Bella half-yelled but instead he landed two harsh $laps on her both cheeks causing bIood to roll down the side of her lips. “Since your useless here, I will rather make you useful to me!!!”He smirked and Bella’s heart skipped, the worst were about to happen…dmn, he was just so strong and she knew it in her bones that she couldn’t fight him.

“What sort of healing?” “Well..” she trails off, her lips push to the side before she responds. “You can heal broken bones, hybrid bites —which nothing else except the blood of a Blueblood can heal— frail and sick, defective pups, probably mental health too, especially after the loss of a mate, still studying that.” “That's all?” She closes her eyes in thought, hands tapping rhythmically on her thigh. “Yes, for now. I'm still studying it.” I shift on the hairy couch, “you are?” She nods, head tilting to the side, watching me. I lick my lips as I think of how to propose the question. “And is there any scientific study of my blood getting a werewolf pregnant?”

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.

This wasn't desperation - it was calculated hunger for power taken to its logical extreme. "Remember, Senator, a hybrid's strength lies in deception, not direct confrontation," Dante reminded him. "Even with your enhanced abilities, you cannot match a full vampire or alpha werewolf in open combat." "Then I won't fight fair." Blake's voice was getting stronger, though whether that was a good sign remained unclear. "I'll use every advantage available." The dreamwalk began to fade around the edges, reality bleeding back in. But Blake's final words followed me back to consciousness.

"What's wrong? Is it the blade?" She pressed a hand to her head for a moment, then dropped it, her voice unsteady. "Blackbane core isn't just any weapon. It was made to kill Alphas in a way nothing else can heal them. It doesn't just wound the body. It spreads through the blood. It shuts everything down slowly, piece by piece." My stomach tightened."Then there has to be a way to stop it." She didn't respond. "Mother," I pushed, my voice rising. "There has to be something please." Desperation etched in my voice right now.

The blade was jagged, pitch black, and it gave off a faint, eerie glow even in the picture, like it absolutely wasn’t just metal but something alive somehow. My fingers intensely tightened around the phone. “What exactly is that thing?” I asked, my voice severely shaking. My eyes intensely flicked from the horrifying image to Stan, desperately looking for a hint that this was just some sick, awful joke he was playing. His voice dropped lower, urgent and desperate now. “It’s clearly called the Wolfblood Killer blade. That specific blade can truly kill any werewolf, even the strongest one. I personally saw Enzo’s mom openly give it to Dean. If that terrible knife simply goes through Enzo’s che

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.