Ancient Bloodline Sims 4 Novels & Stories

His father's blood was the same family, the same throne line. But the ward hadn't been placed for a Dravenhart. He pulled back before the ward could fully engage and trip the identification layer above it. Stood in the cold second chamber and thought. The ancient bloodline ward recognized something close to a Dravenhart. Had been there before his father's reign, before his grandfather's probably. Old enough to be from the founding of the kingdom or close to it. *What bloodline was ancient enough and connected enough to the throne that a Dravenhart would read as close?*

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

But now, in this quiet room surrounded by forgotten truths, she couldn’t keep pretending. The dreams were becoming real. And so were the warnings in them. She pulled the book from the shelf and opened it carefully. The pages were delicate, handwritten in thick, swirling script. > “The Noctem line was cursed by the Ancients for defying the pact of blood. Their heir will either destroy them or save the last of their kind. But only if the bond is complete.” Bond. That word again. She didn’t know what it meant—but somehow, it was tied to her. She could feel it in her skin, in her thoughts, in the way her pulse reacted whenever she thought of Lucien.

"They didn’t abandon us. They couldn’t have." Simon nodded as if he heard her. Maybe he did. Our bond was deep enough for that. He rubbed his thumb over my cheek, catching the tears. "I’ve already had my inner circle start combing through every trace of ancient bloodlines. We’re checking old tomes, contacting other packs. Anyone who might know something." I leaned into him, burying my face in his shoulder. "I’m scared, Simon. Not just for me. For... for our baby." His arms wrapped around me tightly.

I watched with a combination of love and confusion as he deftly pushed it away to reveal his blue-green eyes, stern with revelations. “Olivia,” he continued, “the Ancient Wolf is from a long, meandering bloodline. All of us have droplets of the first Ancient Wolf’s blood in us; it’s how we became who we are, after all. But some people have… more of it. For some, the bloodline is more direct.” “So you’re saying…” Nathan nodded. “It’s very likely that you’re a direct descendant of the Ancient Wolf. What do you know about your lineage?”

It was royal blood. Not just any blood. Ancient. Unbroken. The Viremont line. Thought extinct. Lucian inhaled, letting the scent wrap around his senses like silk and iron. His wolf stirred beneath his skin, growling softly in recognition, its golden eyes flickering behind his own. This blood, it was hers. The girl he thought, his lips curling into the faintest smirk. She dares to awaken. His advisors shuffled nervously. “Your Majesty?” one ventured. “Reports indicate another pack skirmish... perhaps we should”

“Wait, okay this will sound strange but is there a possibility that an ancient bloodline might ascend?” Both Kade and I looked at Lyra with confusion, “What do you mean by that?” Kade asked straightening. “Well, I read online it’s only speculation, but it is said that an ancient bloodline will return. One that has been extinct for a thousand of years.” Lyra said her gaze flicking between me and Kade. “That’s a big speculation.” I said eyes narrowed. “But not impossible.” Kade walked over to the bookshelf searching through some old books.

Something inherited from the man whose bloodline had begun the betrayal. Nikolai immediately stepped closer. “Tristan.” I looked at him. “My blood is part of the betrayer's bloodline.” “You inherited a bloodline.” “From the man who tried to control the ancient force.” “That does not make you him.” “You do not understand.” “I understand exactly what I heard.” I shook my head. “The ancient power reacts to me because of both connections.” The Head Elder slowly nodded. “That would explain why the markings calm when you touch them.”

He turned to face her fully, and she felt the shift in the quality of his attention — from the broad, ambient observation of before to something focused and deliberate. 'Your blood,' he said. She held very still. 'In the gully. When I came to you.' He held her gaze with the particular steadiness of someone delivering information that has been carefully verified. 'Your blood has a signature I have not encountered except in historical records. Old records. Records describing a bloodline that was believed to have ended three centuries ago.' Serena heard her own breathing. 'That's not possible,' she said. 'My father was a pack warrior. My mother left when I was an infant. I have no lineage docum

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.