Bloodline Of The Holy Grail の小説・ストーリー

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

"Then how will we get the Solar Flame? You said Royal blood is needed." Sebastian stepped forward, his ancient eyes thoughtful. "There may be another way. Jacob and Mateo are from your father’s paternal bloodline, and half of the four royal bloodlines came from your mother, who would have had the other two.” Uncle Mateo looked stunned. "Are you suggesting that I might carry enough Royal blood to activate the artifacts?" "It's possible," Sebastian acknowledged. "Diluted through generations, but present. The Graystone line married into the Royal bloodlines multiple times throughout history."

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

And only that decision can satisfy many people. In the courtroom, The High Priest appeared carrying the bloody grail. Seeing the appearance of the bloody grail, Hayden rebelled. The more he rebelled, the more people realized that Dylan was a descendant of Houstchav the IX. Despite the rebellion, the guards easily get Hayden's blood to test with Dylan's blood. As the two blood fused, everyone let out a sigh of relief. “NO! IT'S A LIE! THIS GRAIL IS FAKE! HE IS NOT AN HEIR OF THE ROYAL FAMILY!” Hayden was furious. He growled at Dylan, who ignored him.

he spat, positioning himself protectively in front of Isabella and the relic. His father’s smile widened. "You still don’t see it, do you? This was never about the relic. It was about you. About the power that runs in your veins." Confusion flashed across Mateo’s face. "What are you talking about?" Elena demanded, her voice sharp despite the tremor of fear beneath it. "The bloodline," Mateo’s father answered darkly. "Our family is the key. The relic is useless without the rightful heir to awaken its full power. And that heir… is Mateo."

he said, and I looked into his eyes. It was true... the Pendragon and the Dragnoirs were the two ancient royal bloodlines. The fact that Adam was the one who inherited a title doesn't mean that he doesn't have royal blood in his veins. "So the dream is a military career and a mate," I recap, and he chuckled.

The source is below. He knelt and pressed his palm to the ground. The stone trembled. Cracks spread from his hand, glowing with pale blue light—the same light as the rings on our fingers, the same light as the Kingslayer when it blazed in battle. The light pulsed, once, twice, like a heartbeat. The seal, he said. Marcus sealed the source with the bloodline. Kaelen's blood. My mother's blood. The shadow's blood. Only a bloodline heir can break it.

“The power is only a symptom.” The confusion on my face must have been obvious because she continued before I could interrupt. “The Bloodline is a living inheritance. A piece of something much older than wolves, older than the packs, older than the council itself.” A chill crawled down my spine. “Older than the Moon Goddess?” For the first time, Selene reacted. Her eyes narrowed slightly. My mother shook her head. “No.” The answer relieved me. A little. “Then what is it?” My mother hesitated.

but could this be destiny's way of showing me that part of my life hasn't ended just because I've been held captive here for six years? Is this how I find the origin of this necklace and that of my birth parents? My breath is tight in my chest and even though my voice trembles, I speak bravely, "What's the meaning of all this, Merlin? Explain it to me." With her head still bowed, Merlin responds. "The pendant on your necklace," she says quietly, "It's the pendant of the Golden Bloodline. The crest the pendant is set into proves you're the Heir of the Golden Line."

The heavy iron door was pulled open with a shrill metallic scrape. I wrenched myself free and pulled something from inside my coat. It was the ring the Godfather had given me. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Marco! Open your eyes and look carefully! I order you to send me back immediately!" I clutched the ring tightly between my fingers. It was not gold or silver. It was black iron. Cold and heavy, the face of the ring had been smoothed by time, but the Family crest was still clearly visible. It did not represent wealth. It represented power.