Bloodline Family Tree Novels & Stories

Bienley smiled at their sons and stared at Justin. "Can you imagine that Justin? You can have a child with Cullen and Dalton's blood...yours and Zack's blood. The dream I wanted to have is given to you. You will carry Zack's child inside your body...that child will grow inside you until you can bring him/her out of the world. You will watch Zack's child grow and you will hear and feel the heartbeat that would eternally bind you and Zack for a lifetime" Bienley continued to explain.

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.

"The Codex was on the third shelf from the back wall, left side." "Do you think it's still here?" Denice asked. "If it's not then we'll have to stay to find it" "What's in it?" Valkyrie chimed in. "Everything." Zara stepped over a collapsed shelf. "Bloodline records going back six generations. Hybrids. Curse genealogy. If anyone has written down where these things are coming from, someone in my family collected a reference for it." Valkyrie started clearing a section of floor with her boot, systematic and unhurried. Denice began righting the shelves that were still intact enough to stand, which gave them somewhere to put things as they moved through the wreckage.

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.

Then, Caspian reached out and drew a few long lines on the ground. "Look! This is your Gibson family's ancestors," Caspian pointed at the source of those lines and then pointed to the branches, “the ancestors of your Gibson family continued their bloodlines for generations after generations, and your mother's family is also doing the same. After millions of years, hundreds of thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, from ancient times or beyond and then to the modern times, their bloodline is passed down from generation to generation. "

Lorenzo looked up at me. "Tell him," I urged quietly. Lorenzo looked at Killian steadily. "Jordan's father's bloodline," he disclosed carefully. "The Anchor combination. Your parents documented it as coming from his maternal line. Three generations back." He paused. "But this page documents the paternal line separately." He held Killian's gaze. "Your father's paternal bloodline traces back to the same origin point as this pack's founding line Killian." Killian stared at him. "What does that mean?" he questioned carefully.

It didn’t even start with our parents. The records went further, decades further, showing people who looked like us, people who had facial similarities to us. This place had entire bloodlines mapped out like blueprints. It showed generations observed and catalogued like subjects, like parts of a project waiting for the right combination, the right era, the right moment. This wasn’t the rise of a villain. This wasn’t random. This was a bloodline strategy. It was something designed long before we ever breathed. A long game that had been waiting for us since before our parents met, way before our grandparents even came into existence.

Silas replied, joining me at the table. The materials were scattered but seemed to focus on a specific theme—the Moon Goddess bloodline. Books lay open to pages describing a "silver-blessed lineage," scrolls contained family trees marking certain individuals with a distinctive crescent symbol, and maps showed migration patterns of what appeared to be a single family line across generations. My heart pounded as I picked up a page of Angela's notes. Her elegant handwriting detailed connections between names I didn't recognize, with one exception—Andrea Harrison. My mother.

"No. That isn't feasible. There is no brother for me. Kane averted his gaze, regret visible on his face. "I apologize, Freya. It's true, though. Your blood is Azrak. He is the one responsible for everything. A feeling of nausea swept through me. My sibling? How could that have happened? How could the adversary be someone with my blood? "Why didn't you inform me earlier?" My voice rising with the wave of emotion that threatened to overwhelm me, I demanded. "Why don't you tell me?"

His face contained some unusualness. "The Beastblood Family has a history of 2,000 years. In its heyday, its disciples can compete with ordinary The Academies. Moreover, its bloodline is very strange. Although it is not an Ancient Draconic bloodline, once it is activated, its power and effect will be extremely amazing!" Elder Long of Spiritime Peak spoke. "Hum, it's a pity that the Beast-blood Family is too cruel. It's said that once the bloodline is activated, it will be bloodthirsty and the killing intent will be very serious. It's really annoying!"