Bible Bloodlines Novels & Stories

"Bloodlines vary in nature and attribute. Most bloodlines differ from each other. However, children from the same family tend to develop the same abilities due to this very same bloodline. The thing about bloodlines is that when they develop in a family, that family will continue to possess the abilities pertaining to that bloodline even after countless millennia. Unfortunately, the amount of abilities or the power of the abilities that a descendent of a family bloodline can inherit will depend on the density of his or her bloodline. This is the normal bloodline awakening that I'm sure you are all aware of. The uncommon bloodline awakening is the fusion of two bloodlines- the new awakening.

“He advised me through the worst six months of my life after my father died, when I didn’t know if I was strong enough to hold what I’d inherited. I don’t want it to be him.” “I know.” I reached across the console, resting my hand over his on the wheel, an instinct rather than a decision. “But wanting isn’t the same as knowing.” His hand turned beneath mine, fingers lacing through mine with a quiet desperation that had nothing to do with strategy. “If it’s him,” Declan said, “I need you to understand something wasn’t going to be simple, or clean. Family loyalty in this world isn’t a virtue, Sera. It’s a liability dressed up as one.”

He would never invest time, money, or attention into a random orphaned girl without reason. “Did he ever take blood from you?” I asked bluntly. Jane recoiled slightly. “What? No!” “Hair?” Caleb added. “Personal items?” “I don’t think so.” Caleb stood and began pacing slowly. “Thorne has been digging into ancient bloodlines for years,” he said. “There were rumors he was looking for something connected to the Five Books of Life.” My eyes narrowed as Caleb mentioned the Five Books of Life. These books have caused the greatest damage in history. In fact, I'm a product of the damage.

I say. "Until the seven bloodlines had scattered and evolved and were ready to converge again," he says. "And produced a child who carries the evolved founding line alongside something that has never been combined with it before," I say. We look at each other. "The Alpha bloodline," he says. "Yes," I say. "Mixed with the evolved founding Lunare line," he says. "Yes," I say. "Producing the capacity to read what remains," he says. "Not the present. The history that stays in places."

I had thrown that out there to stir the pot, but I did not expect Nelson and Yvonne's faces to go pale the moment the words left my mouth. Nelson forced a laugh. "Illegitimate kids? Come on, Ethan and the rest are my brother's children, too. They're Smiths just like us." However, Nelson looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I felt a jolt of suspicion. My eyes could not help but scan over Ethan and his siblings. That was when I saw it. My dad had double eyelids, a trait I had inherited. However, all three Ethans had single eyelids, just like Nelson.

The words are still ringing in my ears, like they followed me back from the dream. When I finished telling Mira, I saw fear flicker across her face. What is happening to her? Mira thought, her hands tightening around the edge of the tray she had brought. Humans don’t see this. Humans don’t hear this. Humans aren’t chosen by the wolves of prophecy… not like this. Her mind raced, flipping through every story she had ever been told about the Vale bloodline, about the SilverClaw line, about the ancient prophecies whispered among the elders. None of them had ever involved a human. None.

There was layer after layer of injuries, old scars over fresh wounds. I turned the gun on Rachel, my most trusted guard, and ground the words through my teeth, "Drive. Take Lila to the hospital. Now."

he said. “‘Blood of blood,’ that could mean lineage. If her blood is the key, then anything that carries her blood becomes part of that.” His voice thinned. The desk groaned under my hands, ending fractures throughout the wood. My knuckles went white under my grip and I ignored the splinters that penetrated my palms. I could sleep the fear seeping from Benji’s pores as he watched me with a poker face. “Prophecies are complexed. It’s really only a theory, my king. Not fact.”

“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.”

"Let’s hear it." Callis didn’t even blink. She pointed to a torn page from some old record book. "The Fellblood theory? It's bullshit. I got it wrong the first time. Emmeline’s bloodline isn't connected to the Fellblood. The baby’s power doesn’t come from there either. It’s older. Cleaner. It comes from a line no one talks about anymore. The Rivenborn." I raised a brow. "Rivenborn? Sounds like a made-up story to scare pups."