Bloodline Jess Lourey の小説・ストーリー

"Now. The code. The sequence you memorized and locked away. Give it to me." He reached down, his fingers hovering agonizingly close to the fresh, bleeding cut on my arm, threatening to pry the raw flesh apart to get to the subdermal tracker beneath. A scream built in my chest, but I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted the copper tang of my own blood. Through the blinding haze of physical pain and the crushing weight of betrayal, a spark of pure, venomous rage flared to life deep inside me.

The shock in his eyes quickly hardened into anger, his predatory gaze sliding across my lips and down my neck. "You filthy little puppet. You need to learn what respect means. Don't forget who broke that body of yours in." Mia Moretti immediately wrapped herself around his arm, pressing her entire body against him. "Baby, don't be angry. Lucia definitely didn't mean it. She's just upset. She's jealous I'm carrying your child, so she dragged the Godfather into it." Her voice was sweet and syrupy, but every word carried a sharp, poisonous barb. Marco chuckled softly, clearly pleased with Mia's tact. He pulled her into his arms, his palm sliding down the curve of her waist before grabbing her a

I asked. Of course that's why she is telling me, she knows I know, what else does she knows then "You know what I am talking about Micah" she said taking a step forward, I also took a step forward crossing my arms. "I said I don't" I stated. "I guess we have to go into full details then" she said. "I already know all your plans Micah, I know Who Rowan Is... She is the last of her bloodline, the rogue bloodline, she is the daughter of Kael draven and Luna draven."

Ella said and I actually felt sorry for her she was unnecessarily dragged into my bloodline drama and she don’t deserve any of it, she needs to be safe and not to deal with vampire and homicidal ancestor drama. “I am sorry Ella you have to go through all this, you don’t deserve to be dragged in my family drama and it was selfish of me to pull you into all of this, you don’t feel pressure just leave it all to me, I will figure things out instead you should go and visit your family in the neighborhood they would be really happy to see you”, I tried to put on my best face to convince Ella to leave me alone in that attic but she was not ready to listen to any of my reasons instead all she did wa

“No. I won’t let him steal what’s mine.” “You mean ours,” my father says. My jaw tightens. “No. Mine.” Sebastian speaks, his voice rough. “Even if we expose Carlos, it won’t be enough. Not if the pack’s scared.” “Then we give them something to believe in,” I say. “Something stronger than fear.” “Like what?” my father asks. I hesitate. Then I say it. “Me.” They both look at me, surprised. “I’m done waiting for approval. Done playing by their rules. I’ll show them I’m worthy of the bloodline.”

Literally, the only people who can resist it is my immediate family, even other vampires feel forced to tell me what I want to know. But not her. She’s only a half-blood. How can she resist me like that? Our family comes from one of the original, pure vampire lines and we have managed to keep those lines pure. Because of this, we’re stronger than almost every other vampire. There’s no reason that she shouldn’t have succumbed to my compelling. Blade walks in the room and my eyes flicker up to meet him and Luther tells him, “Don’t even think about speaking to him. He’s in a shitty mood.”

“Pretty much. He’s the Alpha. And not just any Alpha, Lucar’s bloodline is one of the strongest our world has ever seen.” I hesitated. “I never asked… what’s his full name?” Jayce glanced at me, then chuckled. “Lucar Vale. Son of Alpha Theron and Luna Marienne Vale. Last surviving heir of the SilverClaw line.” Something in my chest pulled tight. “Last?” Jayce nodded, expression dimming. “His mother died in the Rogue War. His father fell a few years earlier. Lucar became Alpha too young but he had no choice.” “And his dad?” I asked.

"But it will cost me something. Everything, maybe. And when it's done, nothing will be the same." Jessica nods frantically, tears streaming down her face. "I don't care. I don't care about any of it. Just save my baby. Please." It's the first true thing she's ever said to me. I close my eyes and reach. The power rises without resistance, Fox fire and lightning intertwined, the full expression of what I've become. It flows through me, into Jessica, into the child, seeking the warring bloodlines with the precision of a surgeon. The Lancaster essence, Finn's contribution, is wild, untamed, fighting for dominance. The Blackthorn essence is colder, more controlled, equally determined. Between the

Azreal stood with his arms crossed nodding as the other two wolves spoke in tandem, Beth could not understand how he could possibly be able to keep up with the two of them talking at the same time. Azreal motioned toward Beth and Lou with one of his hands, Ace and Jay walked toward them as Azreal walked through the doors that now held Mj and Dante captive. Ace leaned against the wall with his arms crossed while Jay rolled his eyes at his Commander and squatted down to be eye level with Beth and Lou. “They have her stable but they aren't sure if she is out of the woods yet” Jay paused as if weighting his next words “Her heart stopped four times and although the wolf healed all her wounds sh

"Publicly. Officially." "We want you to consider the bloodline's future." "I am considering it." My voice was steady. "The bloodline's future is a Royal Wolf who is alive because a Lycan King found her dying at the bottom of a ravine and chose to save her. Who broke a generational curse because a mate bond gave her power something to fight for. Who defeated a witch coven and a shadow entity while carrying a child who is both Royal and Lycan—the first of her kind." I held Cassius's gaze. "The bloodline's future isn't purity. It's survival. And survival looks like what Kael and I have built."