Adam And Eve Bloodline Novels & Stories

“There can’t be more than one bloodline that carries this piece of The Goddess? Like…like…a backup plan?” Edric smiles indulgently. “No. The Goddess…the gene…it’s carried on through the males, so unless your mother had an affair, which is unlikely because the descendants of the bloodline are on the other side of the fucking world, there’s no explanation for what you are. How you came into being. None that I could find yet.” “So I’m an accident?” “It would appear so. The only ones with the answers are your parents.” “And The Goddess.” “Hm,” he leans back again, his eyes closed. I can hear his throat click with every swallow.

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

Since there, everything came back to my memory, I expected Lucifer to have manipulated something in the memory he gave but none. There my envy and jealousy of our youngest Adam returned to my memory. The first time I saw Mary Sean Ivanovich as the baby destined for me, came from heaven. How Eve thwarted my plan and the fate of baby Mary’s death so we could meet and she would be my heavenly spouse. How Eve agreed to make her daughter who was destined to be my wife the next Guardian of Soul. How the ministry of death consented to that event in exchange for Eve’s life to balance the world. And how the destiny of the two of us has completely changed.

It didn’t even start with our parents. The records went further, decades further, showing people who looked like us, people who had facial similarities to us. This place had entire bloodlines mapped out like blueprints. It showed generations observed and catalogued like subjects, like parts of a project waiting for the right combination, the right era, the right moment. This wasn’t the rise of a villain. This wasn’t random. This was a bloodline strategy. It was something designed long before we ever breathed. A long game that had been waiting for us since before our parents met, way before our grandparents even came into existence.

This was something else. Something the four infants were producing. I looked at them. At the seed bank. At what four third bloodline carriers in proximity produced in the clean foundation. Not just sustaining the planting. Adding to it. Something the planting alone could not carry. Something that required the third bloodline in multiple carriers simultaneously to produce. “What is that,” I said. To the old woman. To Edmund. To the lead mediator. To Aether. To anyone who could hear it. The old woman looked at the floor.

“Exiled into human society, where her children were born without the ability to shift, without the ability to be identified. But not without the bloodline.” “He put two ends of the same bloodline together,” I said, and heard my own voice from somewhere far away, the pieces assembling in my chest into something enormous and devastatingly logical all at once. “Your predecessor took the bloodline the Accord tried to erase three generations ago and engineered its return by making sure the two surviving branches found each other.”

I walked into the store, dropping off my hunting tools before stepping into the house to freshen up. I walked into the shower, turning on the knob. I pressed my hands against the wall, bowing my hair allowing the cold water to splatter on my head and drip down through my face. Aemond’s words still echoed in my mind as though he was standing behind me. I turned around wiping water off my face immediately but saw nothing. It was just me and my thoughts. “Lyra is the key. Her bloodline—do you even understand what that means? If she’s truly the one, your reign would not just be as Alpha—it would be as a god among men.”

I say. "Until the seven bloodlines had scattered and evolved and were ready to converge again," he says. "And produced a child who carries the evolved founding line alongside something that has never been combined with it before," I say. We look at each other. "The Alpha bloodline," he says. "Yes," I say. "Mixed with the evolved founding Lunare line," he says. "Yes," I say. "Producing the capacity to read what remains," he says. "Not the present. The history that stays in places."

He pulled her into his arms, his palm sliding down the curve of her waist before grabbing her ass without restraint. Mia's cheeks flushed, but her body only pressed closer in submission, and yet Marco's eyes never once left me. "You're unhappy? You think I didn't care about you these three years? A man out there risks getting shot. Some things aren't within my control. "This time when I came back, the Godfather personally promised to put the docks under my management. I want you to obey my orders and continue being my mistress." I shook my head and said, word by word, "I'm already pregnant. I carry the Godfather's bloodline."

“That won’t erase the fact that you gave birth to two children with my blood.” Evelyn’s breath caught in her throat. She originally thought he just remembered her, but now she realized that she’s wrong. Adam must have tested her twins DNA. A chill swept through her body. “What… what are you planning, Adam?” she whispered, dread creeping into her voice. Adam’s next words made her blood run cold. “Lily and Liam,” he said smoothly, “they will be coming with me.” “No!” Evelyn shoved his hand away, her entire body trembling with rage. “Over my dead body! You can keep dreaming, because that’s never going to happen!”