Blood Legacy Novels & Stories

"Besides, I need to know which side the people in my castle are on." Rena chuckled, "You're very deceptive." "Heh… Isn't this what you and that guy taught me? I just followed what my parents did." "So you acknowledge us as your parents?" "Don't dream, even if this is a lie, the confession will never happen." "But you can't lie to the fact that my blood and His Majesty's blood run through your body." Kevin raised his hand, and looked at his radial artery, "Yes. This disgusting fact... Every time I remember it, I always want to scratch this wrist and spit out the blood I have."

"You’re thinking in conventional terms, Rhea. In our world, in families like ours, things are... different. Power is preserved through blood. It’s not uncommon in some circles for cousins to marry to keep the lineage pure. It's about legacy, not just affection." "I don't care about your 'circles' or your 'lineages'!" I hissed, my hand tightening on the phone until my knuckles turned white. "It doesn't matter! Leon and I are blood siblings and we are not cousins! We were born from the same father! That is a line that can never, ever be crossed. It's biological! It's moral! It's basic human decency!"

“Only if it leads to the kind of love we found. The kind that starts with resistance… and ends with forever.” The Black legacy continued. New sparks were flying. And the devil’s blood still ran hot in the next generation.

“They loved me as their own. And now the truth says I wasn’t theirs at all.” Lucian brushed a tear from her cheek with his thumb, his touch steady and reverent. “You weren’t theirs by blood. But you were theirs in every way that mattered. They gave you their name, their love, their world. That’s not betrayal, Isla. That’s your legacy. You can always honor them by carrying it forward, no matter what blood runs in your veins.”

The woman who had lain in this packhouse's guest room unable to sleep, certain that safety was a thing that happened to other people. I thought about what Mara had said, in the beginning. The blood has memory. I was beginning to understand what that meant in its fullest sense. Not just the healing. Not just the ancient lineage expressing itself in accelerated recovery and warmth under the skin. But this — the continuation of it. The insistence of old blood on carrying itself forward, finding the next vessel, the next generation, the next iteration of something that had been nearly lost and had decided, apparently, that it was not finished yet.

Alexander asked, his voice low, rough with emotion as he slowly stood. Gingi sighed, looking between us, reading Helsing’s hands. “It means your children are the heirs to an ancient legacy. The Lyan bloodline, once royal, once revered. It means they’ll have the strength of the ancient wolves... but also their instability. Their power will be more than most can handle. And they’ll need to learn how to control it. Fast. Also means, there about to be targets. Blood, breeding for power is…’outdated’ but that doesn’t mean there aren’t some who won’t come for it.” “They are children!” I snapped to my feet, nearly callasping on my wrapped leg.

I stopped breathing. My wolf growled again. But not in warning. In recognition. Like she knew him. Like she already wanted to submit. Professor Blackthorne stepped around his desk. His hands clasped behind his back. “Blood is not just a legacy. It’s a weapon. It carries memory. And when the blood inside you reacts to someone else’s—” he paused, his eyes dragging over me again, slower this time “—you will not always be able to control it.” I almost choked.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

"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.

Ajay asked him if the hospital didn't have the particular blood type he requested, the doctor nodded and that got everyone in a panic. Avanti suggested getting her blood tested to find out if she was of the same blood type as her mom. Abhishek asked her not to bother since they were both B+ types of blood. Mr. Ajay said he also wasn't a match with his wife, we looked at Pinky however she also said, her blood wasn't a match with Mrs. Anuradha's. The doctor asked us to find a way to get the blood on time or else Mrs. Anuradha would die, Avanti fell to her knees and began to cry.