Bloodline Family 소설 & 이야기

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

Even Shark standing quietly near the door looked tense now, and that alone was enough to make uneasiness crawl slowly down my spine. “The Bloodline Council,” Dante repeated quietly. “They are an ancient group connected to the Williams curse. They’ve existed for generations. Their responsibility is monitoring the bloodlines tied to it.” I frowned immediately, trying to process the words properly, but honestly none of it sounded real anymore. “What do you mean monitoring?” I asked quickly. “You’re talking like this is some kind of organization that’s been watching people for centuries.” “They have,” Dante answered calmly. That answer hit me harder than I expected.

“What's this?” The old woman looked at the inscription. “A bloodline.” “Whose?” She didn't answer. I touched the stone. The crescent on my wrist warmed. A pulse of light traveled through the carving. The name appeared clearly. LUNARIS. My breath caught. “This isn't just a clan.” “No.” She looked at me. “They were the first royal bloodline.” I stared at her. “My family?” “Your family descended from them.” The realization settled heavily inside me.

I said to Ishmael. "I know," he replied, holding a glass of whiskey to me. "How do you know?" "I’ve been doing some research. She is a Staxton, and her family has been looking for their daughter for a year now." "She is a Staxton?" Everyone knew who the Staxtons were, but I never heard of a daughter before. They were Bloodline vampires, which meant they possessed abilities the average vampires didn’t. Generations have passed, and the family still held power over their specie.

After a brief silence, Laurence said, “There’s a reason major families let the main bloodline take over. They’re usually the smartest and most competent. “The bloodline is just so strong. Every generation produces one extraordinary individual, someone practically destined to inherit the position of family head. “Meanwhile, the side branches are always a step behind in one way or another. It’s not as if none of them are gifted, but they tend to decline with each passing generation. Every so often, someone brilliant emerges, but even then, they can’t break free from the family’s rigid traditions. “I’m sure you know about the Fishers in Jensburg. Sonny’s mother is in charge of the family now. F

as his voice cut through the silence. “What do you mean by that I said?” The air felt cold. William looked at me this time, then he said slowly, “Not even your blood or any blood from your relatives. The blood from your family could kill him.” The room spun. My breath came short and sharp. “Kill him?” The word tore out of me like a scream. William’s jaw tightened, his voice calm but heavy with something I couldn’t name. “Yes. It could trigger a fatal reaction. We need a perfect match, and it cannot come from your family line either.”

“Long ago, before modern civilization, there were people who possessed extraordinary abilities. They could control creatures from another realm.” He nodded toward the Hunters. “Creatures like these.” Ethan slowly looked at the massive beasts standing beside him. “You’re saying… people used to control monsters?” “Not people,” the man corrected. “A specific family.” Raven’s voice cut in sharply. “That bloodline is extinct.” The hunter leader smirked. “That’s what we believed.” His eyes shifted back to Ethan. “Until tonight.” The words hit Ethan like a punch to the chest. “You’re saying… I’m part of that family?”

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

It is crude, uninhibited, yet it exists. "Why me?" I whisper, barely audible. "Why do I have this—this power?" Lucian is indecisive in response. The lineage of your blood is unique, Freya. With something old, some mighty thing it brings. But that will get you, too, a target. The words of his send chills up my spine. "A target for who?" "Everyone," he says simply. The rascals, Kane, even your pack, if they had known what was right.

“You call this home?” He chuckled softly. “You misunderstand, Aria. This is where you were made. The bloodline didn’t begin in the wilds. It began here — in human hands. You’re not divine. You’re engineered.” His words struck like a blade. “You’re lying.” Selene’s voice echoed from below. “The archives don’t lie.” Holograms flickered to life around us — ancient schematics, DNA strands, faces of people long dead. My heart stopped when I saw one of them.