Black Blade Kindred Weakness Novels & Stories

"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.

She sat stiffly, her wide eyes focused on the spinning bottle as if expecting that it was going to land on her and explode. Beside her, the freakishly enthusiastic redhead, Celeste Bloodmoon, clapped and cheered, her voice shrill with excitement. My jaw clenched as my eyes flicked to her twin brother, Ronan Bloodmoon. Children of Alpha Hayes Bloodmoon. Turned rogues after a failed coup to overthrow their father. Young, reckless, and filled with unchecked power, they were the kind of wolves you couldn’t trust. The kind who smiled while sharpening a blade behind their backs.

At some stage, to make our bond even stronger, Zelda will need to mark me as well, but I will not push it. I then think over what she just said and smile but then frown as we don't know what her weaknesses are either. Shifters have very limited weaknesses and that is usually to do with natural plants and stuff but our Lycan’s have the same weaknesses as werewolves but it takes just that little more to affect us, it is why most of the hunter's weapons especially knives are made of or dipped in silver and or wolfsbane. I hope it is true as I say, "Yes, we should... Unless he places you in silver cuffs..."

The pain of it was a physical white–hot agony in my shared chest. The hesitation was all Blade needed. The curse, fed by that fresh, devastating pain, surged back with a vengeance. The grey in his eyes vanished, swallowed by the violent red-blue. *I’LL SHOW YOU STRONG!* With a snarl that held no humanity, Blade’s clawed paw shot out. It wasn’t a swipe to wound. It was a killing blow. Fast, brutal, final. The girl’s whimper was cut off. Silence, except for the drip of the rain and Blade’s heavy panting.

his voice drifted through the ionizing air, calm as a priest’s. “The one with the pulse-dampener. Take the legs first.” I didn't answer, but my body pivoted. I dropped low, my silk maternity robe snapping like a whip as I swept the lead Harvester's shins. The Sovereign strength was a terrifying, heavy thing—the titanium alloy buckled under my strike with the crunch of dry wood. As it hit the floor, I buried the Phantom Blade in its chest plate, punching through the heart of the power core. Another surge. The smell of scorched insulation and hot copper filled the nursery.

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.