Black Blade Kindred Weakness Novels & Stories

Power exploded around us as we clashed. His magic was ancient, honed by centuries of practice and fed by the blood of countless victims. My blade met his dark aura with a shriek of light that split the very air. The ground cracked and splintered beneath us, deep fissures spreading outward like a spider's web. Winds howled as ancient trees bent backward, their roots tearing from earth that could no longer bear the raw energy we unleashed. He moved fast, faster than mortal eyes could follow a blur of shadow and steel and malevolent intent. But I moved with something more powerful than speed. I moved with purpose. With fury refined by grief. With the love of a mother protecting her children.

I watched him get his feet on the ground and his broad back on me. " My hair is also one of my weakness and strength. It tells out my emotions sometimes and my Illness. It's naturally dark so whenever it changes color, it means I'm... It means my health is failing " He turn to me gently and set his jaw. " Blood, red liquid is my weakness. Your blood if it touches my skin would burns me but won't kill me. Maynard is the only one who could ... Who has the ability to end my life and render me paralyze forever. His own blood if it gets to my veins, combined with my silver could ruin me forever. That's the only thing, the only way to get me to my knees. My brother's blood "

Blake smiled thinly knowing that he owed this woman a lot. "I know mom" Blake said smiling, "You don't need to worry about me, i'm fine you know that" Honestly this can't be compared to one of his worst days on which he couldn't get out of bed or do a simple act of moving a finger properly. Blake had never been a frail child, though human, he strength was on par with most strong vampires in town, he was even faster and more agile than most of them, it would be hard to find a difference. His strength had suddenly fluctuated during the recent years and it also brought about bad migraines.

’ Michael replied. ‘I wonder if there are any benefits to killing it?’ Blake asked. ‘Its core may have some purpose. What are you going to try and kill it?’ Michael asked. ‘It’s only at World King strength; I’m at a Quasi-True Divinity strength, very weak to my opinion.’ Blake said and then made his move. Utilizing his Divine Qi into a sword, the Shrieker sensed the fluctuations coming from Blake. As the sword force was close to the creature, it moved swiftly and evaded the slice. It countered with a powerful sonic attack in Blake’s and Michael’s direction.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

"The blade was a silver one, blessed with very old magic meant to kill supernatural beings. His wounds won't heal naturally" "But he's a hybrid, right? His magic..." I tried to speak. The words weren't just flowing. My tone was shaky. I was spluttering, with my mind spinning in high motion for an option. "His magic is working against him at the moment," she took the words off my mouth. Her face was squeezed, and her voice was low, as though she tried to soothe me. "His woof cannot fully heal human injuries. His body is weak. It... It cannot process the supernatural poison. If we don't find a way, he'll die within the hour" she said to me.

"You always were weak." 'Again, what is weakness?' Blackridge breathed a strange utterance and a fire began to flow through him, making its way to his hand and winding itself around his sword, covering it in liquid light from grip to point, the deep grey of the maurium blade fading slowly into the sparkling white of pyrite. He looked on it and smiled. 'Thank you.' "Well, Charlenade, shall we begin then?" "Let's," Charlenade spat, striking at him with his sword.

But where the Zarek had a wild energy, their father and Zade were calm and controlled. His eyes widened when he saw Zarek carrying me out of the car. “So it’s true,” he said, his voice perfectly steady. “You both have been messing around with a human. You even went against the Gehman and Lycan King Valerian for her. For a weak human.” “She’s not weak,” Zade said immediately, stepping closer to his father. “No?” Former Alpha Blackwood looked me over like I was something he might step on. “She looks pretty weak to me. Getting stabbed. Needing to be carried around.”

The silver blade of the "System Dagger" did not draw blood when it struck Kaelen; it drew "Static." The moment the tip of the weapon made contact with the boy’s chest, the courtyard of the Blackwood Keep exploded in a flurry of grey, redacted pixels. Kaelen let out a shriek that sounded like a thousand glass bells shattering, but his body didn't fall. It "Lacked."

She already had. They leaped at the same time and clashed in the center in a shower of sparks as the magic running through her black blades screamed against his glaive. His weapon was stronger, and by all accounts should be able to shatter her blades if she so much as nicked his in the wrong direction, but the magic would hold out. The bigger problem was her raw hands—expelling so much uncontrolled power earlier through her palms had torn the skin and exhausted the sinews there. With every swing, her grip weakened around the hilts, and soon, she could feel a layer of blood beginning to slicken her grasp.