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I said, stepping aside as he entered, his tall figure seeming to fill the small room. “You’ve found something,” he said, not bothering with pleasantries. I nodded, gesturing for him to sit. “I have, but it’s not simple, Ian.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he sat down across from me. “What do you mean?” I leaned against the table, crossing my arms. “Sophia’s bloodline… it’s ancient. Older than even you, older than the Council. There are records of a family—vampires—that disappeared centuries ago. But I found a trace of them. And I believe Sophia is connected to them.”

This time Leo leaves a hand on my shoulder and turns me to face Ben along with him. “Ben, this is Remington. Alpha Jamie’s son.” This one sentence changed the air around us. A new wind blew through the pack members as the truth of my bloodline was announced so simply in that one introduction. Whispers moved through the group but the loudest gasp came from right in front of me, standing next to Ben. For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed.

As for the bloodline of Little Apple, they could talk about it later. It was not the first time that the bloodline had been mentioned. The Yalans, the Divine Clan of the Ancient Greece, the Ice Soul Clan, and the survivors of the Inuit all thought that their bloodline were superior, but they were stronger from the very beginning and more blessed than ordinary people. Then what was wrong with his son?

Evelyn gritted her teeth, black blood began to seep from the veins at her neck and along her arms. “Shut up… I am not you.” “Are you sure? When you used blood to save him… you accepted the sins of your ancestors.” Genesis laughed, the sound echoing from the depths of the abyss. “Primal blood does not choose the weak. It chooses those willing to sacrifice everything.” --- Crimson Pact temporary base in the southern bunker. Adrian burst into the control room, shouting over the alarms: “Seraphim is out of control! Power levels are increasing exponentially!”

Maliyla asked, drawing everyone's attention and transforming the mood. As Evangeline stared silently at Maliyla, she took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and said, "They are ancient; not many know about them, but those who do understand the power associated with them. These bloodlines are derived from Selene's daughters," Evangeline said, sipping her water. "When Persis had her children, the bloodline evolved and changed and passed on from generation to generation until it reached you in its dormant form. As a result, you received Persis's wolf." "Okay, wait," Maliyla said. "Even though Katia and I are sisters because of my dad, how can we share the same bloodline when she doesn't have the sam

Eve's POV The fifth faction was called the Bloodline Council. They were the oldest faction in the Conclave. Older than the Military faction. Older than the Merchant faction. Older than everything except the Conclave itself. They represented the ancient supernatural bloodlines, the families that had been part of the supernatural world since before anyone had started writing things down. Vampires who had seen empires rise and fall. Witch lineages that predated the Conclave by centuries. Shifter clans whose histories went back further than most recorded supernatural law.

"The bloodline we thought we had purged five hundred years ago. The ones who didn't just shift into wolves, but who could command the tides and the stars." Kael felt a cold dread settle in his stomach. A suspicion he hadn't dared to voice began to take shape. "You're saying her line isn't common." "We are saying," the Inquisitor hissed, "that you didn't just reject a mate, Kael Nightfang. You rejected the last High Priestess of the Moon. And in doing so, you allowed the bloodlines to merge in a way that hasn't happened since the Age of Gods." The Hidden Sin

“But you do. You know what your father would do if he found out some girl dared to stain his legacy. And you know he wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep doing it.” Ethan didn’t speak. His silence was louder than any denial Alexandra took a small breath, letting her next words land slow and sharp. “Now...let’s talk about my father. He’s been looking for an excuse to remind everyone why bloodlines matters. She’d make a perfect example.” Her gaze burned. “So go ahead. Be noble. Be brave. Let her be the headline, the cautionary tale, the poor stupid girl who thought she could rewrite legacy with feelings.”

Was Jace really Dominic’s adopted son—or was he something far more dangerous? A pawn. A weapon. The lost bloodline of the Chevre, raised in the heart of their enemy’s house. The implications twisted through the decades of bitter feud, alliances broken, and lives destroyed. Jace Grey was no accident. He was the result of a gamble played by men who dealt in secrets. And now, knowing the truth, the observer smiled—cold, calculating. The game had just changed.

Every vampire they passed bowed slightly, deferred to his presence like he was more than a noble or a general. Like he was royalty. She found the ledger she needed in a locked cabinet: Bloodlines of the Ancients. It was thick and heavy, bound in worn leather and sealed with iron clasps. She picked the lock with a flick of her dagger and flipped through the pages until she found it: