Ancient Bloodline Sims 4 Novels & Stories

“This is where it began. The first alphas. Their blood started everything. Their spirits still linger here.” I looked around. The tombs were carved with symbols I did not recognize. “Why bring me here? What does this have to do with me? I am just a low beta. Nothing special.” Mira turned to face me. “Your bloodline is older than the Blackmoor lineage. You come from the first families. The ones who hosted ancestral spirits long before the current packs formed. Your blood carries that power.” I stared at her. “What are you saying? My family was low ranking. We lived on the edges. We struggled for everything. There is no royal blood in me.”

"Do you know whose descendant she is? Her ancestor killed seventeen of our kin. Hunter's blood runs in her veins. You keep her, and you betray the whole bloodline." Lucian stood in the center of the hall in that black tailcoat, the silver crest at his collar catching the candlelight. His back was very straight, his voice low but every word clear. "I know who she is. I know what runs in her blood. But she's mine." "Yours?" the Second Elder sneered. "A hunter? A hunter her own family threw at us like garbage? You think you're worthy of the Karstein bloodline?" "Take that back." Lucian's voice dropped, and the temperature in the hall fell several degrees all at once. That was the pressure of hi

I asked him straightforwardly. "First of all, out of the four families that concern you now, two out of four are originally ancient families. And that is Valentine and the Solano families. The Valenciana and the Phantomhive families are the only humans to begin with. At the battle of succession over the throne for being the Vampire King, the ancestors of the Solano family flee to the Human Realm and then hide their nature as vampires by sealing their bloodlines. And that seal can only be broken by the vampire who has a stronger bloodline than them— the Valentine.

1 - this army has chosen to bow to me. 2 - there are thousands of them going back for miles. 3 - the ancestors of the Bain bloodline are now standing as the last of their flesh heals over their once dead corpse. "Rise" I command my army. They do so, and stand in lines prepared for my next command. I look at the pureblood lycans. They growl at one another, father against son and so on, already taking a strong dislike to one another. "Enough!" I sharply silenced them all with one single word.

“What is it?” Caroline motioned to the scrolls spread across the table. “There’s a connection between the abyss and the ancient bloodlines of the pack. More specifically, your bloodline, Olivia. It’s not just that you’re the key—it’s that your bloodline was meant to keep the abyss locked away.” Olivia’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

he whispered. "What?" My voice was hardly heard as I asked. He stood, moving slowly but purposefully. "You bear the Ancient Bloodline’s mark." My thoughts were racing as I gazed at him. "What are you talking about?" With his eyes fixed on mine, Thalion took a step closer. "You are the Primordial Line’s final descendant. The one predicted to bring about devastation." I staggered back as the weight of his words struck me like a blow. Lucas grabbed me and held me steady.

"I mean like what happened at Haltz, you treated them, didn't you?" Diana nodded, “I'm just trying to stop their bleeding. But you could say I did study medicine even though I'm not that great.” Then Diana was silent for a moment, “I'm curious about one thing, why is their blood black? I think your blood is red?” “That's because they're vampires that were hybridized with other vampires. My blood is red because I am a descendant from the main family—a vampire who was born not because of a sexual relationship, but because we were created,” Rai explained.

I asked, voice thin. “An heirloom,” Dad said. “A promise.” “Of what?” It came out sharper than I meant. Mom looked at me like there was a story pressed behind her teeth and she was choosing which parts to let out. “A long time ago, before you were born, there were packs here. Families that… that weren’t just human. Some of us were chosen to keep the old ways, to keep a balance. The staff passes down the bloodline when the daughter comes of age.” Her hands trembled. “You are of that bloodline.”

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

" Just those two syllables silenced Marco's sobbing instantly. "You have bled for the Family. I remember." A flash of wild hope lit Marco's eyes. "However." Don Vincenzo stood and walked slowly toward him, looking down from above. "You killed my blood. You owe me a blood debt. It must be repaid." He delivered the final judgment. "At sunrise tomorrow, your right hand will be cut off. You are stripped of all rank and property. You will be expelled from the inner circle. Your life will be spared. This is the greatest mercy I can offer."