Bloodline Of The Holy Grail นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

She saw blood spilled in circles, forming seals that twisted into shapes she now understood. A voice echoed in her mind, both distant and intimate: You are the heir. You carry the bloodline’s mark. Claim it, or it will claim you. Evelyn staggered back, but the orb pulsed insistently, drawing her closer. Lucien and Elias exchanged a glance, tension rippling between them. “You can’t fight it,” Lucien murmured. “It’s part of you.” “I… I don’t know if I’m ready,” Evelyn admitted, panic rising. Her palms burned where she had touched the orb, and her blood hummed with a resonance she had never felt before.

Instead… it felt like I was standing on the bones of my own failures. I did not follow them immediately. I stared at the pendant she had placed on the table. The sigil carved into its surface was unmistakable: Bianca Weller’s crest. The Weller line. My line. The line I had been told was extinct, except for me. The palace archivist had said it with certainty. “The bloodline ended after the third generation.” He lied. Or Draco made him lie. I almost crushed the pendant in my fist. My hand trembled, an unfamiliar and unwelcome weakness. A king shouldn’t tremble. A father… perhaps.

But the most important part of the Golden Blood Harp is not its power. Andrea: Then what is it? Hakan: The Golden Blood Harp is a fragment of the Great Holy Grail!

“Like you, Minerva suffered memory loss. I sent her to a family I knew in a neighboring pack. She recently came back home two years ago. She is the daughter of the lead warrior of the Black Water Pack. The Alpha hates Lucius but, the council sent her father into this pack to spy on him, and learn everything about him. Take your wolf Ember, find Minerva, make her touch this coral gemstone I will give you. When the time is right, it will restore both of your memories. Find your father, convince him of who you are! It is time to reunite the Stonehill bloodline and bring unity back to my children. “Why, what is so special about it?” I asked the goddess. “you are from a very special bloodline. Yo

A coffin, sealed with runes and blood, cracked open with a groan. A figure stepped out, cloaked in tattered robes, hands skeletal but pulsing with magic. Their eyes burned red as lava, and they inhaled slowly, tasting the air. “Fools,” the voice hissed. “They think killing the bastard heir was the end.” The figure turned toward the wall, where ancient murals glowed faintly. The Silver Moon symbol was etched there. And beside it, another—a twisted version, corrupted by shadows. “I created this bloodline. I bound it with power… and I will reclaim it.”

For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed. “Silver Rock’s heir.” Ben says in a respectful tone of voice, his eyes on me but directed at his father. “Yes, one and the same. Finally home.”

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.

Bellinor asked, confused. "No, there's a big difference; our princess has red and fine gold lines in her irises, giving the illusion of gold orange. The four remaining bloodlines are Orange, the Guild of Valencia; Yellow, the Guild of Blane; Green, the Guild of Bercilak; and Blue, the Guild of Cobalt.” “I see,” Bellinor answered unconfidently, still trying to absorb all the information Draven had just shared with him. He was surprised to have learned this news about his lineage.

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.