Battle Of The Bloodlines Mga Nobela at Kwento

The page is yellowed and cracked at the edges, but the writing is clear — etched with the care of someone who knew it would matter. I read aloud: Three bloodlines born of war — one of beast, one of blade, one of both. From the ash of the first war shall rise six marked by fate. Three shall carry the blood of the wolves. Three shall carry the blood of the hunters. Bound by fire and torn by legacy, They will stand at the brink of annihilation. One must choose vengeance. One must choose unity. One will rise to destroy. One will rise to redeem. The rest... shall fall.

" 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."

“Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.” Before she could protest, I brought the blade to her palm and made a shallow cut, just deep enough to draw a thin line of red. She gasped but didn’t pull away. Then, with deliberate care, I pressed our palms together. The moment our blood mingled, a jolt of heat surged between us. It wasn’t like the fire she had conjured earlier, this was older, deeper, almost sentient. It coiled around us like a living thing, threading through my veins and hers, sealing us in a bond that went beyond words.

Many of the buildings had collapsed. Lava erupted from the cracks in the ground. Many of the royal guards and cultivators were affected; close to ten thousand people lay in blood pools. Pfft! Leonardo and the other Golden Dragon Guards also spat mouthfuls of blood. They had been kicked backward! Chills ran down the spines of those people who had witnessed that. Their minds buzzed! It was the Blood Battle Eight Directions! Darryl had attacked with Lu Bu’s Blood Battle Eight Directions! It was too horrifying!

" The pale gold above the canopy intensified. And from the eastern road, the sound of the battle beginning reached us. The collision of Obsidian's formation with Ashmoor's eastern force. Metal and wolves and the percussion of large numbers of bodies committing to each other with everything they had. I looked at the white wolves around me. The nearest one turned its silver eyes to me again. "Can you hold this boundary? " I said. It lowered its massive head. I looked at Evander. "Stay here," I said. "With them. The boundary needs an anchor." "Nerissa?" "The forest woke for the bloodline," I said. "The bloodline is going east." I held his

I whispered with tears that I could no longer hold back. This battle was inevitable. The beach where the Bluemoon festival was supposed to take place had turned into a battlefield. I saw Ken and Luke slamming into each other. Their claws tore into each other's bodies. The sound of growls and roars of rage echoed through the air, creating a tense atmosphere. Around them, the pack members were also fighting. The white sand was now turning red with blood. Wounded bodies lay everywhere. In the distance, I saw my friends from Winterblood and Blackmoon fighting no less savagely.

“Together.” The battle crashes back in. We move like one person. He swings high, I duck low, claws raking legs while his sword takes heads. Every time we touch, shoulder to shoulder, hand to hand, the bond flares, golden light pouring strength into both of us. “Left!” I shout. He spins, blocks a blade meant for my back. “Right!” he calls. I slash, golden fire exploding three vampires to ash. Barion’s voice roars from the wall. “Hold the line!”

They were testing the fences, looking for weakness in the new wolf. "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. It didn't come from Min. Elder Park, Underboss One, set his tea cup down. The sound was deafening. He looked around the room, his gaze heavy with decades of violence. "The bloodline is the law," Park rumbled. "The Chairman chose his heir. The Heir has cleaned the house. If anyone wishes to join Kang in his 'resignation,' speak now." The room went deadly still. Park’s endorsement was the seal of legitimacy.

A gaze with a slight nod was always their take-off sign while little me would stand by the start line, calling the shots for the race. Our legs moved before we could realize it. Leo took on one, while I took on the other. I lunged at him, both of us crashing into the open. I dug my claw into the ground, bringing me to a stop. With a snarl, I thumped toward him, baring my fangs. Dodging a few shots from his gun, I dug my fangs into his shoulder, flinging, and hitting him vigorously on the floor. Sprinkles of blood splashed across my white fur. My muzzle clamped hard, not letting go till his arm went off his shoulder.

His response was to crush my fingers underfoot and hiss, "If you hadn't been so greedy for the inheritance, Ethan and the others wouldn't have gone out that night, and they wouldn't have died in that crash! "I've put up with you all this time just to see you pay for what you've done to Ethan and the rest!" In the end, Dad beat me to death. My body was contorted into a terracotta figure, eternally bowing down at the graves of my half-siblings. As I remembered the pain from my last moments in that previous life, I clenched my fists.