Black Blade Kindred Weakness Novels & Stories

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

Eliminate the threat. Rather than aim for his heart, like he expects me to foolishly try, I slam my blade down, sinking it into his thigh. He jerks, surprise and pain flashing in the depth of his blue, insane eyes, and an angry cry erupts from my throat as I twist it, shredding his skin as I attempt to pull it free. If I lunged now, the momentum would be strong enough to get the blade through his heart. I suddenly miss having Nyx around. Consuming all that bane has made me as strong as a three-year old. I could use her strength right now—

The blade’s demand sharpens: to destroy the relic, I must offer my heart—not death, but my essence, to restore the Veil’s balance, or bind it to Klythe’s will. The vision fades, and I scream, lunar light flickering, the blade slashing at Klythe, her void-blade parrying, shadow meeting light in a shower of sparks. My Convergence form falters, wings fading, but her strikes are precise, cosmic, each blow a void that drains my dwindling light. The rift pulses, tendrils lashing, one grazing my arm, void-energy searing my aura.

"I believe she can do something but I haven't figured out what it is." He leaned forward and lowered his voice, "There is an ancient rumor about werewolves with unique powers. These powers are unknown - they are usually hidden. It would take something to bring them out." Noting Cole's raised brows, Jude showed his palm and said, "You did say that her silver hair glows when she's angry." Cole exhaled heavily. "I don't take rumors seriously unless it hurts the pack." "As always." Jude smiled with approving eyes and then said, "but rumors have no eyes."

If my father had a male heir, I would have been a lot easier to handle because then my father wouldn’t have to worry about his title getting into the hands of his mortal enemies. And the reason being that it was Lycan who killed my mother when I was a child. The event scarred him for life and there was no way I was going to be the one to go up to him and tell him that the moon goddess paired me with the king that killed mother. When I got back home, my body felt exhausted and I felt no desire to do anything else. I went to my room, and dropped myself on the bed. I had tried my hardest to hold it in but I guess even your best could break some times that is what happened to me.

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.

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.

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.