Novel & Cerita Bloodline Of The Holy Grail

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."

“You think she believes it? “She doesn’t need to believe it,” I reply. “She just needs us to.” Mateo walks in then, holding a tablet. “I found something. The inscription—‘When blood betrays blood’—it’s not new. It’s from the Codex Sangue. A prophecy written by the Vatican centuries ago. It warns of a bloodline cursed by its own union.” I meet his eyes. “Whose bloodline?” He hesitates. “The Moretti lineage.”

My eyes bulged out of their sockets as my jaw fell wide apart from each other. I pulled it into the light, my breath catching as the crescent moon symbol shimmered beneath the lamp. My hand trembled. “It’s true…” I breathed. “Lyra was the bloodline of the Moon Goddess. Aemond wasn't lying after all,” my heart banged so hard against my ribs. The myths. The power. The prophecy. All of it was real, and it was tied to Lyra. No wonder her aura unsettled even the strongest of warriors. I held tight on the pendant, heart pounding with a strange mixture of triumph and dread. I hurried back to my room, locking the door behind me. I carefully scanned through the markings etched into the pendant. Ancie

Dad was giving me so much at once. "OK, is there anything else I should know about Gideon and his family?" I honestly didn't know if I could take any more reveals, but I had to ask. "Not that I am aware of. I know the Alois bloodline is also incredibly old, but it's not as pure as ours. So if there are any secrets, he will have to tell you I do not know." He leans back on the sofa, relaxing a bit. It's so much to process. "What about our wolf spirit? What does this sacred bloodline mean for them?" I was hoping to get some insight on if we could fix Inari's ability to shift.

Glaring at me as our eyes connected. " The cloaking spell that was cast upon you and your sister will not hide you from your higher bloodline," he boomed. I scrunched my eyebrows not understanding, what he ment by higher bloodline... If that was the case wouldn't my have father been able to find us everytime, no matter where we went...? He must have seen the confusion written all over my face, because he answered " I'm not talking about your father's bloodline, I'm talking about your mother's. She must have been part White Elf."

I stop him, "does this have anything to do with that William the Conqueror dude?" "Yes," he smiles, nodding his head, "it has everything to do with him." He shifts to face me. "Some referred to him as William the Bastard because of his father's affair with a woman named Herleva. Her background and the circumstances of William's birth have always been shrouded in mystery but we're pretty sure her blood, or I should say Seraph blood, is what started our line." Holy... My hands are shaking even more than they were a moment ago. "Aunt Kelly... She said something about the line being dormant, or maybe something skipping a generation? Is that why she and Mom weren't affected?"

Lucien turned away, voice dropping: "I saw it in the ancestral memory — Azrael never truly died. A fragment of his soul hid in the hunters’ bloodline, awaiting rebirth. And that vessel… is Alaric Graves." Silence fell. A cold gust snuffed the fire. "So…" Evelyn whispered, "the curse never leaves any bloodline. It only changes hands." Lucien looked at her, eyes sad but resolute. "That’s why I need you, Evelyn. Only you — descendant of Light — can end it." She gave a weary, heartbreakingly beautiful smile: "If fate demands we spill blood once more, then at least… let it mean something." Lucien answered softly: "Your blood is my prayer."

However, Neela was telling him that she finally figured out what Frostine was going through. “Bloodline-induced blood sacrifice is an extremely obscure forbidden spell. As the name implies, it can induce the bloodline in a person’s body, help the person grow, and metamorph. But, this forbidden spell will harm the bearer greatly and shorten lifespan with a slim chance of survival... No, it should be certain death. Only one out of the ten thousand bloodline inheritors may succeed as the mortality rate is extremely high. “My lord, it’s really a miracle a tail could materialize out of senior!”

“They think the Templars had the remains of Mary Magdalene and brought them to Rosslyn Chapel.” She hurriedly read on to find the characters arrive at Rosslyn to find the remains are not there but all the evidence of Jesus and Mary’s blood line is stored under the Chapel in the vault. Even though she was a wolf Annie knew if it could be proved that the Holy Grail was not an object but Jesus’ bloodline it would pretty much destroy the human church. Annie grabbed her phone and with shaky fingers scrolled until she found Brother Andrews number, she finally knew why people were flocking to Rosslyn and it was all because of a bloody novel.

“Kaelis. The bloodline records Selene took, she didn’t take them to protect them.” I froze. “She took them,” Rhydian said, “because there’s a name in there Aldric doesn’t know about. A bloodline suppressed since the beginning. Before the first Elder council. Before the hierarchy. Before the mark.” “Whose line?” I said. He hesitated, just long enough to be wrong. “Yours,” he said. “The original, not the Vane branch. Where your blood actually comes from. If Selene hands that info to whoever she works for…..”