Novel & Cerita Black Blade Kindred Weakness

"Well, mate with Zeke, of course. And become the most powerful Luna in the land. Then overtake Blackmoon and squash Killian and our father." I laughed. "You really think Greywood can take on Blackmoon? Greywood doesn't have magic. Blackmoon is ruthless and has magic. We just had a change of Alphas, too." Sarah leaned in. "Blackmoon's magic is weak and getting weaker by the day. And with Killian not marrying into a magic source, they'll be drained by the next blood moon. They're weak and getting weaker. You think I haven't thought this through?" I narrowed my eyes. "You're insane. Just leave. And send Chris to me. I'd like to say goodbye."

This made Zitrey let go of her, yet like her, she doesn't let out any satisfying sound of agony. Albert who's simply watching them have thought that Crimson Blade right now is acting like a Fearsome Beast. A beast without an ounce of reasoning, mainly focus on brute force and driven by instinct. Though she was like this, White Raven barely able to match up to her speed, and strength. “Crimson Blade is really a perfect weapon against other organizations, but cutting ties to us made those elders dispose of her. Those geezers were so terrified by her power, though attacking her in swamps, the only weakling will do that. I have other plans for this child.”

Black Moon staggered, then caught himself, but the shadows around him glitched for a second, breaking apart at the edges before pulling back together. “This isn’t ordinary silver, you sick bastard. That blade was made for your kind. It eats through shadow binding, tears up cursed healing, and keeps the wound open while the magic spreads.” “So you can bleed after all,” Black Moon looked down at the dark stain spreading over his robe, then back at Killian with hatred. “You think one enchanted toy changes anything?” “It changes enough,” Killian shot back. “You won’t heal fast, and every second that shit stays inside you, your power burns itself out.”

The blade sank in with a squelch. Searing pain exploded through me. Silver was a werewolf's weakness. The wound felt like it was on fire, and my flesh sizzled and burned. Linda let go of the knife and let out a piercing scream. "Help! Murder!" A black shadow burst through the door almost instantly. It was Julian. An Alpha's speed was truly terrifying. This was the scene that greeted him—me with a knife protruding from my chest, and Linda huddled on the floor in a fit of weeping as her arm bled.

"The training pace is intense. The men are reaching the limit." "The limit is what will keep us alive, Kael," I responded, without taking my eyes off the combatants. "Killian Blackwood has no limits. His beast is something you have never seen. If they aren't ready to die, they will die before he even touches them." "It is said that all men have a weakness, no matter how powerful they are," commented Kael, lowering his voice. "Now that that girl carries his mark... wouldn't it be easier to just murder her in front of him?"

It was like he had all the powers of a werewolf but none of their weaknesses. But Cane’s strength came from the Silver Moon lineage. While Silas had a higher impact force, Cane had the Primordial Essence, a natural agility, and a spiritual ferocity that allowed him to predict Silas’s moves. Cane moved like a shadow, his natural muscles rippling with a speed that Silas’s joints couldn't match.

I was so confused and as I tried to attack him again, he stabbed the dagger into me. I knew that due to the kind of strength I had as the strongest Alpha, an ordinary dagger couldn’t affect me. I had the power to recover from it immediately, but this knife was definitely coated with something because the feeling of its blade in me also had a coldness to it, like something liquid was also placed inside me and it immediately made me feel weak. My vision suddenly became blurry as I lost balance and fell to the ground. The weakness was too unbearable as total darkness overtook me.

"But someone has done this for a reason and we need to find out that reason." "Well, there is one slight issue." Dagmar interjected. "The block has been weakened." "What do you mean by weakened?" Lucas's eyes narrowed, a darkness filling them that had the whole room shifting uncomfortably. Except for Dagmar. The old crone was a granite force, unmoving as the room seemed to darken with Lucas' mood. Icy blue eyes remained transfixed on the werewolf, hard as ever and sharper than any physical blade. Despite her weathered and worn appearance, Dagmar stood her ground, unfazed and unimpressed.

But the closeness between him and this blonde girl made it almost impossible. Xavier noticed the change in his brother's movement and asked the girl to stand up and leave but the blondie refused by saying "He'll be the one to tell me to leave or not". "It's your funeral then" Xavier said and the girl seemed a bit confused for a split second but before she could utter another word, Sebastian looked into her eyes and said "You are going to obey every word I say from now on" and just like that, she nodded her head in agreement. The other girls didn't interfere in what was happening, instead they continued to dance for Enzo and Xavier. "Get up" Sebastian said to the girl and she stood up from hi