Novel & Cerita Bloodline

His eyes burrow into my soul as he says, “You’re my only living child, Raya.” “What happened to the others?” He breathes out a long breath, his shoulders are hunched like this is a heavy burden he’s been carrying for who knows how long. He shook his head, “My genetics are odd and I don’t know why. I’ve never been able to knock up another vampire, it was frowned upon that I wasn’t continuing my bloodline and damn it! I was fucking trying to.”

Adir attempt to mask his clearly surfaced frown. "Who?"Castus sit on the couch "Who is this Nevaeh blood?" "The girl,Karen" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Karen shift uncomfortably on the sofa her hand hurt and nothing she does ease the pain,she resort to walking outside to get fresh air and stop at the first sight she saw,one of her,one of her clan,someone she thought she would never see again. "Mummy"Karen ran to the figure standing with a small dagger beside the building but as soon as Karen reached her, the figure evaporated,Karen stood still flustered,she scrutinize the place panting.

she said sternly to the surprise of her parents, who glared at each other. "No Diala, you can't; this is far more dangerous," her mother let out, her sight remedied on her daughter. "No, mother," Diala rebuked, nodding her head, "I have fought far more dangerous wars, and I defeated all my opponents without any stress. Tomorrow, my servants and I will go over to the kingdom of Linerdo, and I will give Robert my word to fight this war with him," she declared, staring at her father.

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,"

I walked into the store, dropping off my hunting tools before stepping into the house to freshen up. I walked into the shower, turning on the knob. I pressed my hands against the wall, bowing my hair allowing the cold water to splatter on my head and drip down through my face. Aemond’s words still echoed in my mind as though he was standing behind me. I turned around wiping water off my face immediately but saw nothing. It was just me and my thoughts. “Lyra is the key. Her bloodline—do you even understand what that means? If she’s truly the one, your reign would not just be as Alpha—it would be as a god among men.”

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

It was strictly forbidden by the pack rules for any werewolf to remain in their tents during the morning work hours. _But who cares? The rules were meant for others, not me._ My name is Samantha Emberwood. I was born half-werewolf, half-nymph, under a special lineage of wolf known as Purebred. Unlike others of my kind who have the ability to transform and communicate directly with their wolves, Purebreds possess the ability to separate from their inner wolf, creating a special bond that grants us control and mastery over their abilities. In the entire Dawn Runner pack, I'm the only one born with the Purebred Bloodline. Rumor has it that I inherited my abilitie

“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.

Above hers— A name I didn’t recognize. My brow furrowed. “What’s this?” Alexander took the file. His expression changed. “What?” He stared at the page. “Luna…” “What?” “I know this name.” My heart began pounding. “From where?” He looked at me. “It’s not a family name.” “Then what is it?” His eyes darkened. “It’s a bloodline.” I stared at the page. The name was written in old black ink. THE PHANTOM BLOODLINE.