Black Blade Kindred Weakness Novels & Stories

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

“No, my King. In an attack, maybe one or two. Because the rogues themselves were wolves, and unlike Lycans, they wouldn’t have been able to hold the silver blade in their hands. Those who have the blades normally don’t shift, and they come out last on the battlefield to surprise us. Essentially, to stab us while we’re focusing on the shifted rogues.” Xandar stiffened again at the word ‘stab’. Lucianne continued to stroke his shoulder from his side to calm him down. Xandar pondered before he took a good look at the alliance and asked in concern, “How many of you here have been stabbed by the blade before, if I may ask?”

I finished and suddenly push him to make his body fall to the ground. “I-I know you … you can't … kill me, Crystal. You may be the strongest of us all, but you have one weakness and that's being too kind that will cause you to fall!” he screamed with difficulty. He tried to force himself to get away from me, but he couldn't. I just left voluntarily feeling that he would also change his mind to transform and so would those with them, except for Blake. “W-Wait … We can still talk about this properly, can't we, Crystal? Themedeus, don't start a fight. It's not a solution—”

"The Ghostblade. Or, as the Old Poets called it, Silentium." "What is it?" "It’s not Western," Kaelen said. "It was forged in the Void Lands, before the borders were drawn. It doesn't generate light, Elara. It absorbs it." I looked at the blade. It seemed to pull the shadows of the room toward it. "It cuts through magic," Kaelen explained. "Shields, wards, hexes. It drinks them. My father hates it. He says it looks like a peasant’s tool." "It looks like a wolf’s tooth," I whispered.

It looked like she got stabbed near the mid-section as blóød kept flowing freely She looks weak and kinda pale,asides that her eyes were drowsy and evident of pain I would have ignored her and continued my stroll but then again, that'll be inhumane of me So,I came down from my horse, placed it on a nearby tree so it won't run away and then rushed to the bleeding girl "Hey..."I called softly as I crouched down to her level She got stabbed real bad and a knife was stucked right next to her abdomen 'she's a wolf' my wolf said to me . She is?? ....then why she can't you regenerate quickly? My eyes fell on the knife stucked in her,maybe it's made of sliver that's why she can't regenerate? The wea

He channeled a message to Blake, asking, "Are you okay?" Blake replied solemnly, "It's nothing serious." During the battle, the shockwave from the battle had torn the void apart, but Blake was able to withstand the aftermath by activating his bloodline power. However, the consequences of using that power began to manifest, and his body's spiritual energy was already waning. He did not know if he could avoid danger if he continued to engage in combat, especially as Severin had an elite-quality spiritual treasure.

“Well, it says it’s a sign of it, anyway. Darkness and light must always be in perfect balance. Nothing can ever be too powerful – it needs to have something, a failsafe. No, a weakness would be a better way of putting it, I guess.” “Like Achilles’s heel?” Mumbled Skye, still staring intently at the back of the book. “Yeah, exactly like that. I think,” I grinned, suddenly flooded with humour and hope, despite the situation. It all seemed so ridiculous. I was studying witchcraft, with my friend, a vampire, and my boyfriend, a werewolf. “I can’t say I’ve read up on it recently. But he was invulnerable to wounds or pain, except for that one tiny part of him: his heel. And the black smudge is pa

"Now I know it works." The Blackbone blade is an old Woods family heirloom. My grandmother gave it to me on her deathbed, revealing that one of our ancestors had taken it from a defeated clan of witches. The Blackbone blade has the ability to drain the power of anyone it cuts. It steals life and energy, and as Karl's wounds grow brighter I know he isn't long for this world. It's a shame I had to use this on him. Now he'll die like all the pigeons and foxes I slashed when I was younger.

Blade patted Garett’s shoulders and whispered, “One of them is a minister’s daughter, one of the most beautiful women in our kingdom. And the men? I’m sure the ladies would love them and bid a lot for them.” For a split second, I was worried. That was real blood in Blade’s nose. I could smell it. Even if he had already wiped the blood, it kept bleeding which meant that he was really hurt. Was this additional spell taking a toll on his body? He was currently using two spells at the same time. The spell he weaved in the wolf kingdom and now this. By the looks of it, Blade had not regained his full energy and strength yet despite the feeding session we had the other day. But why? I heard from S

Bloodblade's muscles coiled like springs, and he lunged forward with the ferocity of a released arrow. The blade came crashing down as all eyes watched, wide with anticipation. Crash! Forces clashed, and Alexander caught the blade effortlessly with his right hand, then glowing with pure, untainted energy, unscathed. "What?!" The crowd was stunned, their minds reeling from the impossible sight. The Krells' mightiest, the ruthless Bloodblade, had his fearsome strike easily deflected. "You're pathetically weak!" Alexander declared. Then, with a swift motion, he slapped the flat of the blade, shattering it into worthless metal.