Bible Bloodlines Novels & Stories

"It is not some arbitrary lineage we uphold out of habit. These bloodlines have produced the sharpest minds, the fiercest warriors, the most exceptional abilities our nation has ever seen." He let his gaze sweep across the crowd, seeking nods from the elders who had yet to choose a side. "Even Bethany Spirit," Winters went on, "the woman you just invoked as your paragon of righteousness—even she carried Alpha blood. No, she was not royalty, but that bloodline still ran strong in her veins. That is the reality of our world." He turned to Cade, lips curling into a sneer. "And you...? You are not part of that bloodline. Which part even are you?"

I was trapped in the past, buried in these damn history books like I was trying to dig up my own answers from centuries ago. My fingers flipped another fragile page, the parchment delicate beneath my touch. The text was faded in some areas, but the heading caught my eye: The Blood Legacy of the Bluestone Alpha Line. I leaned in, my eyes scanning every word like it might tell me something new. I’d already pieced together most of it from Ava, Christian, and Tyler over the past few days. But hearing it from their lips wasn’t the same as reading it with my own eyes. The Second Life Gene.

I asked, remembering what she'd said earlier. “The truth is, the reason why those beasts needed my bloodline cultivation manuals, back then, was because they knew that I was the last surviving bloodline of the Royal Euphenic Blood. My ancestors were all from the Royal Euphenic Blood, and as such, there's little wonder that we have cultivation manuals that'd help us to unleash the full ability of our bloodline. These manuals are used in channeling our mind and spirit in such a way that we, as cultivators, could possess outstanding might and prowess.

“Well, try to explain it to me somehow.” A few people shift and Alaric’s lips twitch. I shoot him a look and he pretends to stop smiling. The healer clears her throat. “Blood carries more than life. It carries lineage.” I listen to her as she continues. “In werewolves, particularly within powerful bloodlines, that lineage can be recognized.” She looks toward Alaric. Then Elias. “As such, an unborn pup will carry traces of its father’s bloodline.” “And the ritual can identify it.” I finish for her.

It wasn’t long before I found a section that made my breath catch in my throat. *The Bloodline of the Wolf,* it read. *An ancient lineage, tied to the primordial forces of the earth. The power within this bloodline is both a gift and a curse, a force that can shape the world or destroy it.* My hands trembled as I continued reading. The book spoke of rituals, of ancient rites passed down through generations, each one designed to harness and control the power within the bloodline. But it also spoke of dangers—of the consequences of wielding such power without understanding it.

We split up, each taking a different section. I found myself in the genealogy records, pulling down heavy books filled with family trees and bloodlines. Most of it was written in fading text that was difficult to read, but I forced myself to focus, scanning page after page for any mention of Bloodmoon lineage.

"Both of you." Pack members were gathering around us now, many dropping to one knee in a gesture of respect I hadn't seen before. Even Sebastian inclined his head slightly, the ancient vampire's expression unreadable, but his eyes alight with something that might have been hope. "The Royal Lines," Luna Mara breathed, approaching with reverence. "All this time, they survived in hiding." "Not just survived," Jacob said, my father's journal open in his hands. "According to these final passages, your father believed the bloodlines were preserved deliberately, scattered and diluted to protect them from those who would destroy them, but destined to reunite when the need was greatest."

I feel peaceful and happy. Chen flipped the next page. 'Bloodlines... they are a heritage present in every living being— beast, plant, or human. Bloodlines do not mean the blood flowing within one's body. It is a complete heritage. A bloodline births a martial soul, innate talent, and physically unique qualities. So, a bloodline can only be recorded by measuring the mentioned areas of interest. This is the only thing a person needs to know about bloodlines.' The definition was written in the middle of the yellowed parchment and there was nothing else.

The Thirteen Fallen Gods & Their Bloodlines "From their ash, we rose. From their blood, we were born." A ripple went through the room as everyone leaned forward. Professor Valewyn’s voice dropped to a reverent hush, like she was sharing a sacred truth. “Each god ruled a fundamental force. When they were destroyed during the Divine War, their essence splintered, embedding fragments in mortals. Those fragments became bloodlines. Every godblood born today descends from one of these divine sources. Whether you know it or not.” She gestured to the first symbol: a flame that flickered real fire.

A supreme illusory image was slowly released. It was an illusion of playing the zither. The shadow sat cross-legged, and a string of the zither trembled slightly. However, a stream of soaring killing intent turned into a tangible brilliance, as if thousands of arrows had pierced through the heart, condensing in the void space. "The shadow of the Zither God! The Archean Bloodline... Junior Brother! Are you crazy?!" Brother Albert shouted angrily. Amongst the peak masters, there were quite a few people with Archean bloodlines. Ethan Cline's primordial bloodline was the bloodline of the Zither God.