Ancient Bloodline Sims 4 Novels & Stories

I pulled at the strength inside me. The witches’ bloodline. The mountain magic that ran through my veins. The ancient force that made my skull throb when I pushed too hard. Yes—I was a descendant of a mountain witch. None knew it—Not even Simon. And despite that I’d been loyal to this pack, the pack whose ancestors nearly killed my whole bloodline. I’d given enough. Now it was time to take back. Controlling one mind was easy. Controlling multiple soldiers loyal to Jaxon? That was war.

Sera looked at her with an expression that was careful and deliberate, the expression of someone choosing how much to say. "Yes," she said. "Your mother's bloodline, our bloodline — is one of the original lines that built this territory. Not rulers. Not alphas. But builders. The families who came first and laid the ground that everything else stands on." She paused. "There are records in the territory archive if someone looks in the right place. Old ones. Your name will not be there — they would not have known about you. But your grandmother's name is there. And her mother's name before that." Rebecca sat with that.

They were wrong. There are still our kind in this world. Plenty of them. But our blood… That is something entirely different. Ancient blood cannot be recreated. It cannot be inherited through distant branches. Once it’s gone… It’s gone forever. That is why Elena had to disappear before anyone discovered she existed.

“He sensed the awakening,” My fingers tightened around my teacup. “How?” “Ancient bloodlines recognize each other.” We all turned to see. Elder Mara’s standing at the doorway. The elderly woman ambled in slowly carrying several old scrolls. Since the awakening, Elder Mara had developed an unsettling habit of appearing out of nowhere. Sometimes I thought she was spying on us. She came and sat across from me. “Lucien Draven comes from one of the oldest Alpha bloodlines still remaining,” she said.

“But that’s the thing—you’re not protecting them. You’re only hindering them, Ashley. As long as they have royal blood, there is no escaping the responsibility. That’s why it’s better to prepare them now, because they can evade it for a while, but it will find them eventually, no matter what. That’s what you’re failing to understand. And whether you like it or not, you can’t escape this either.” “Wait, what? What’s that supposed to mean?” “You interacted with Simon and me. We marked you, Ashley. You carried our seeds, housed them in your body for nine months, and gave birth to them. Do you think it was only you sharing your body and nutrients? It was an exchange. Simon and I not only passed

I will teach her control when the time comes, but for now, she deserves a normal childhood. I inhaled deeply. My fingers had begun to tremble, and I was already terrified. I wanted to drop everything since I was already getting terrified, but my curiosity was stronger. I continued reading, page after page detailing generations of my maternal lineage all connected. The ancient lycan bloodline known for producing exceptionally powerful shifters.

Jade and Blair also sat down, and I could sense that they were preparing themselves to share something significant. "Harlow, this might be hard for you to understand, but there's a reason why we are all here," Marc began. "You see, I am the last surviving member of an ancient bloodline, and it is believed that my offspring will carry on the legacy." My mind was racing, trying to comprehend the gravity of Marc's words. "So, you're saying that one of us needs to bear your child to continue the bloodline?" Marc nodded solemnly. "Yes, that's correct. It's a responsibility that I never asked for, but it's a duty that I must fulfill. Jade and Blair have been trying, but so far, we haven't been suc

From what I can tell, her other bloodline might possibly be under Elizabeth’s bloodline— because, for a vampire, she’s beautiful. “A vampire…huh. Whose bloodline were you under…?” I said to Sherry. “Eh? You are familiar with the vampire race…?” “I read history, more or less.” “My family bloodline is under Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius, and Lady Elizabeth.” Hearing those unbelievable words, I shook my head for a moment to clear my thoughts. “Say that again?” I ask to confirm once more. “Okay… Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius and Lady Elizabeth.”

My pack watches in awe as their Alpha shows her true strength for the first time. Lucian recovers quickly, his own power flaring in response. "You think you're the only one with ancient blood? The only one with secrets?" His eyes flash gold as his wolf surfaces. "I am Vaughan-Hayes, descendant of the bloodline that laid the curse on Darius's line. For generations, his family has been doomed to reject their true mates, to weaken themselves through broken bonds. All according to my ancestors' design." So you mean Darius’s rejection was also orchestrated?

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.