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I said. “When does your flight leave, and why didn’t you call me before now?” he asked, and I could hear the anger rising in his voice now. “You can’t help me with this, Dad. You need to look after the pack and keep Saga safe. Tala will be safe with me and Falcon,” I said. “Kai, I don’t understand what the royal families have to do with us, or with all of this,” he said. “We’re the fourth blood line, Dad, that’s why I’m going to Scotland,” I said, and the signal cut out.

Alison's POV “I hope you understand now why you don’t belong here,” Hayley’s sharp voice sliced through the haze of despair that clouded my mind as she turned to Simone. “That witch you saw? Alora. She’s your fourth-generation ancestor, the one who betrayed our kind. Her blood runs in your veins.” My breath caught, and the weight of her words settled on me like a leaden shroud. Alora was Simon’s ancestor? A traitor? Could this be true?

"Two nights ago. After I had these dreams about wolves and fire and ancient stones." He reached toward my arm, then stopped himself. "May I?" I nodded, and he gently took my wrist in his hands. The moment our skin touched, electricity shot through me. But this time it didn't hurt. This time it felt like coming alive. "These aren't just any runes," he breathed. "These are the marks of the First Blood." "The what?" "The original supernatural bloodline. The one all others came from. Aria, you're not just some random human. You're descended from the Ancients, the beings who created werewolves, vampires, witches — everything," he replied.

Quintina’s voice called out to him once more. Yoan returned to his senses. He looked at Quintina troubledly and said, “A-Actually, I’ve come here to ask for a drop of Ancient Blood.” “Ancient Blood?” Quintina stood up abruptly. She looked at Yoan with a strange expression and said, “Sir Yoan, I’m afraid there’s a bit you don’t know about the Ancient Blood. When our clan’s ancestor was on the verge of death, he used his entire life’s cultivation to create the Ancient Blood. It’s only beneficial to our clan’s disciples. If you’re not a disciple of our clan, the Ancient Blood is useless to you. The Ancient Blood’s power is exceedingly savage. You’ll explode and die instantly if you’re not a dis

They would end up giving birth to children with ancient genes but with unpure bloodlines and this set of people without pure bloodlines were called the Semi/Demi Ancients. Semi-ancients were ones whose genes were 50%-90% pure while Demi-ancients were ones whose genes were 5%-40% pure. Both Semi/Demi Ancients had the possibility of giving birth to a Pure but it was just too rare- about a 3% possibility.

Ajay asked him if the hospital didn't have the particular blood type he requested, the doctor nodded and that got everyone in a panic. Avanti suggested getting her blood tested to find out if she was of the same blood type as her mom. Abhishek asked her not to bother since they were both B+ types of blood. Mr. Ajay said he also wasn't a match with his wife, we looked at Pinky however she also said, her blood wasn't a match with Mrs. Anuradha's. The doctor asked us to find a way to get the blood on time or else Mrs. Anuradha would die, Avanti fell to her knees and began to cry.

“A talent of two light beams eh?” muttered Elder Maxim softly while he stared off at the direction. Those with the Ancient Draconic bloodline coursing through their veins were known to be an unparalleled existence in the world. The godly ghost-like apparition was the most original appearance of the bloodline. If Yang persisted, he would be able to control the giant apparition and become the most powerful fighter in the world.

"But I need to know—can you deliver on your end of the bargain? Can you provide the bloodline needed for the ritual? Because if this is a trick, if you're here to sabotage us, I will make sure you regret it." Ravena's smile widened, revealing sharp canines. "I carry the blood of the Rogue Ascendancy in my veins. My ancestors were the first rogues, the ones who refused to bow to the Ancient Dynasty. My blood is pure, untainted by the politics and corruption that destroyed the old world. It will anchor the ritual. It will save your life."

Her breathing caught in her throat as she reached the bottom section of the primary lineage registry. The display flashed with a deep, iridescent platinum hue, isolating a single, unbroken line that extended from the ancient founders directly down to the modern era. [LINEAGE STATUS: SURVIVING] [SOVEREIGN KEY: DIRECT DESCENDANT] [GENETIC RESIDUE: AVERY OF AETHELGARD]

This was the silence of everyone in the room understanding, simultaneously, that the thing beneath them was aware of them. “Define fourth bloodline,” I said, because someone had to, and my voice was the steadiest thing in the chamber. Edric’s eyes were still fixed on the floor. “When the original Accord was written, there were four founding bloodlines. Four packs who agreed collectively to the framework governing all others. Three of those bloodlines are represented in this room.” He looked up. “The fourth was declared extinct two hundred years ago after a conflict the histories call a territorial war. The official record says they were eliminated. The real record,” He stopped. “I always sus