Black Blade Kindred Weakness Novels & Stories

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.

She stepped toward the King. “You want my power?” she asked. Her voice sounded like thunder. “Then take all of it.” She reached out and grabbed the Void Blade with her bare hand. The dark metal hissed against her silver skin. The black stone began to crack. Bright, blinding white light started to leak out of the cracks in the dagger. No! the King screamed. He tried to pull the blade away, but Faith’s grip was like iron. “It's too much! The blade can't hold it!”

James stated. Andrew snorted and shook his head, “how can that be? Kydence is blind. How can she lead an Elite Guard? By the time her wolf emerged, she’d been blind for several years. It was way to long for her wolf to heal her.” Andrew argued he didn’t believe that Kydence was this all-powerful leader that his grandfather was claiming she was.

Whatever Sonia did to him must have drained him of energy, leaving him defenseless. I got up from the floor, slowly, retrograding in my transformation a little bit so that I could at least speak, while Makila simply watched me. She smirked. “I thought you were an intelligent boy, Blackwood. Don’t tell me that you’re thinking you can take me on?” Knives materialized in both of her hands and she deftly twirled them around. “Thanks to all the years of practice I had while pretending to be your mate’s shadow, I might not even need to use a lot of magic to take you down. You see, feeding on the life essence of humans brings forth a lot of energy, but when you take that of a supernatural? It’s ten

Liora’s pinky hooked mine—quiet reassurance. I wasn’t flashing gold anymore. The shimmer under my skin had faded the moment Elara sat beside me again. The bond thrummed steady now—warm, golden, alive—but the pain from second period had vanished. When she’d been across campus in first period, the distance had felt like knives twisting in my chest. Sharp. Burning. Lethal if it had lasted longer. Professor Thorne paced between the tables, voice calm and clipped. “Bloodroot,” she said, lifting a glowing bulb. “Binds wounds, accelerates healing. But overuse causes blood fever—gold-tinged skin, hallucinations, eventual organ failure. Rare, but documented in early turned vampires who fed too aggres

“Mount healers are blessed. They're the descents of the Goddesses, and yet— men like you couldn't accept it. You fear for power. You're the slave of your ego!” His lips twitched to a cold smirk. “Thus, brought us together, again, isn't it, my queen?” His words rolled with sheer mockery. “You will never succeed.” My mother raised her hand— but her magic faltered. Pregnancy weakened her, drained her reserves. And Vladimir knew it. He knew her weak moments. The blade came swiftly… Forged of pure silver and laced with wolfsbane, it cut through her defenses with horrifying ease. She gasped as it struck, collapsing to the floor, blood blooming across her gown.

Blake asked as they ate their dinner "Because you are LATENT, that means your claws are small, it can hardly scratch wolves so you need swords" he answered. He taught Blake to use two swords and he has become very good at it. Blake was now lightning fast, he now ten times faster and stronger than any Alpha he could think of.

Blade is way stronger than her and she can't win over him if she's just a normal werewolf. "Both of you! Stop it!" I shouted but they seem to not hear anything and just continue what they're doing without even minding me. Fuck it! Are they really serious about killing each other without even considering how I'll feel and without even thinking that I'll be more miserable if one of them will die? I can't handle that! I am already weak as I am and losing both of them will just make me lose my mind.

What a versatile prick. With a ripping sound, the threads in his hand flowed with his movements. They pulled at Rey's limp body, instantly cutting her and the coffin into two. "Rey! No!" I let out a heart-wrenched roar. Kindred had a powerful self-healing ability. Sometimes, we could come back to life even if we were cut into pieces. But now, Rey's ability was diminished due to the inhumane torture she had suffered at the hands of Rupert. I knew very well that she could never recover. Rupert killed an innocent Kindred. Intense emotions heated my blood. I used a lot of strength to heal the terrifying wound on my chest but kept coughing with blood oozing from my mouth. I barely had any strengt

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.