Black Blade Kindred Weakness Novels & Stories

Blade knows that Kala would be furious if he finds out what his daughter said so Blade cannot say a word. "You are not answering my question, Blade," Kala said again. Blade gulped when Kala lifted his face, groping his cheeks and squeezing them rigorously. Kala looked at Blade sharply, his eyes were like spikes that can kill you in an instant, his eyes alone scares people not to talk about how his body is built. Kala is as hard as a rock.

Blade's eyes shift blood red, I knew shit was about to get ugly, pretty fast, and immediately, I understood what happened to Blake the first time she met her grandfather, and I dropped my gaze away from his eyes, knowing he was an Ultima at the top of his power. His force was unlike anything I ever faced, and it took everything in me just to remain stable as my wolf fought hard to keep me on his side, under his control so the transformation can happen. “Nero, are you okay?” I heard Blake's voice, and my gaze shifted to hers. “Your eyes... They are blood-red.” Shutting my eyelids, the battle within, against my wolf, raged harder than ever, fighting for dominance as the pressure from Mr. Blade

She stepped toward the King. “You want my power?” she asked. Her voice sounded like thunder. “Then take all of it.” She reached out and grabbed the Void Blade with her bare hand. The dark metal hissed against her silver skin. The black stone began to crack. Bright, blinding white light started to leak out of the cracks in the dagger. No! the King screamed. He tried to pull the blade away, but Faith’s grip was like iron. “It's too much! The blade can't hold it!”

Mehmet had provided was incredibly powerful for physical combat, yes, but it was completely unblessed by divine magic. It did not possess the sacred power to banish these spirits back to the netherworld the way the legendary hellblades could. My heavy strikes were only stunning the creatures temporarily, dispersing their forms for a few minutes before they reassembled. They would keep coming back, over and over again, and each time they reformed, they would be harder and more aggressive to defeat. A sudden, overwhelming sense of complete helplessness washed over me. All of my brutal efforts, my sweat, my physical strength, and the muscles I took so much pride in felt like absolutely nothing

He’d had several that taught him right from wrong and he had the tribe traditions that helped him along. It was what had been done to his mother and what Jared had tried to do, years later that fueled his bitterness. Blade couldn’t be a brother to him, not with the darkness that man had inside. He’d inherited it from Jared apparently. What kind of man beats on women? Or sells them at 13 to the highest bidder. Not a man at all. Blade had never been the kind of man that Breed would want to call a brother. He would end up in prison or dead someday and Breed would not bat a fucking eye either.

If we hadn't accepted this mission, we might not have known that clans and packs had his power. That's why Aikee and I used to be surprised by our opponents. Sometimes we were stopped, other times we were shocked at their strength. And the last rouges we killed have the ability to be shadows. But because of my brother, we found out what his weakness was ... light from the moonlight. "Don't take your eyes off Blake, Felix. Don't," said Manong who caught my attention. We were all staring at him. That seems to be still waiting for what it will say next.

I projected the diagram I had drawn after my very first battle. “They control the shadows as an extension of themselves. Their touch is excruciating because their temperature is much colder than any other species. Anywhere their shadows or skin touches hurts like hell. Besides spelled weapons, the only other weakness I know of is light. It was like when I got Asry’s flesh. The light of my fire encased his flesh, leaving him vulnerable. It was also the fire the destroyed the black magic when I was unconscious. However, I believe the same thing would be a weakness for them. Being burned.”

They were slaughtered by what I now know were vampires. Alcide and I instantly bonded over the hatred of our math teacher Mrs. Ecker who had a sick pleasure of making everyone miserable. Alcide’s parents were happy to take in an orphaned witch and even helped me learn to control my powers. They attempted to get me into some of the surrounding covens but I was always rejected as soon as they heard my last name, Blackwood. So I’ve been a rogue witch ever since. Which is fine by me because now my powers are free to be all mine and not bound by the elders.

The entity’s presence pressed against their minds, probing, testing, threatening. Seraphine lifted the Blade of Origin, its silver fire flaring outward, carving a path through the twisting darkness. “They will attempt to unmake us,” she murmured. “They will test our strength, our resolve, and the bond that binds us. But we will not falter. We will endure.” Rowan muttered from behind, “Yep… terrifying. Totally terrifying.” The Blade pulsed, the bond flaring, sending waves of silver energy through the Void. The colossal form recoiled slightly, disrupted by the presence of the anomaly, a force it could not predict or control.

But right now, she was one of the weakest in the kingdom, even Jazzlyn was stronger than she was. And knowing that Guard Blade was a Hybrid who could make the best use of both bloodlines to fight made her feel more useless. Even though he didn't win the battle against that Lycan mate of hers, he was still to be praised because not many of those who personally sparred with King Kyle could live to tell the tale. Meanwhile, at the vampire kingdom, Prince Blade opened his eyes to see his father seated on a chair beside the bed. His entire body felt as it it had been stepped on by an elephant. The last thing he recalled was engaging in a brutal fist with the Lycan king in the forest.