Bloodline Plot Novels & Stories

Her voice came out steadier than she felt. "No," Wren admitted. "It isn't." "So which is real? What I saw yesterday, or this?" Neither of them answered right away, and the silence had a shape to it that she was starting to recognize — the specific silence of adults deciding how much truth a room could hold. "Bloodline markers can be... reactive," Dene said finally. "Especially markers this old, this dormant. They don't always behave consistently on the first few readings. It's not unheard of for a line to surface once and then go quiet again while it stabilizes."

“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.

Those that were lucky to conceive, eventually die. Some were lucky enough to stay alive to bear at most three young ones and eventually die immediately after the third one. They are only one percent of them out of the whole supernatural world combined. However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily.

However, some rare Ancient Draconic bloodlines could still be known by others. For example, the Shadow Bloodline, the Slaying Bloodline, the Darkness Bloodline, and so on. These bloodlines could perfectly cover themselves up and disappear without a trace. According to Zephyr Khan's observation, Ying Jiu's bloodline should be Dark Shadow bloodline. The Dark Shadow bloodline was an incomparably terrifying bloodline. Its frighteningness was not due to the shocking destructive power of this bloodline, but rather because of its property. It could almost perfectly hide in space and merge with the whole space, forming an almost invisible posture.

My house was still burning and I came out from its depth, stood there for a moment in dark, watching it burn to the ground the one mighty Jonas villa was now burning to ashes, who might have wondered if this could be the way for the tragic end of the Jonas Dynasty. When I was looking at my burning house I could hear the voices of celebration from the house next door, it was all sort of happy screams of congratulation, it was the Forbes, celebrating the death and defeat of my family but they were unaware the eldest son of the dynasty was still alive and he would not rest until he make all those people pay their debts who are responsible for his family’s death and in that moment I decided tha

I was trapped in the past, buried in these damn history books like I was trying to dig up my own answers from centuries ago. My fingers flipped another fragile page, the parchment delicate beneath my touch. The text was faded in some areas, but the heading caught my eye: The Blood Legacy of the Bluestone Alpha Line. I leaned in, my eyes scanning every word like it might tell me something new. I’d already pieced together most of it from Ava, Christian, and Tyler over the past few days. But hearing it from their lips wasn’t the same as reading it with my own eyes. The Second Life Gene.

She was just looking at me with a kind of sad understanding, as if she'd always known it would end this way. "Please," she whispered, but not to me. She was talking to Violet, trying to keep her daughter calm. "Close your eyes, baby. Just close your eyes." "Don't make this harder than it has to be," Mother said, holding out the syringe. "She knew what she was getting into when she married you. They always do, deep down." I took the syringe with trembling hands. The weight of it felt like holding my father's legacy – cold, unavoidable, deadly.

The figure raises a hand, and every rogue stops. Then he speaks, his voice like splintered stone. “Give me the bloodline’s Luna.” My father steps in front of me. “Over my dead body.” “That can be arranged,” the figure says. Calm. Cold. “What do you want?” I shout. “You. The child of prophecy. The last seal.” I flinch. “I’m not anyone’s seal.” “You wear your mother’s blood,” he says. “But not her burden.” “What do you know about my mother?” I demand.

“She was reduced, she was made to appear as something lesser. An Omega in all ways that could be measured.” I huffed, I couldn't believe a thing she said, why should I? “And you think that stayed that way?” I asked. “It did,” she said. “Until she had him.” My eyes moved again to Eli. “Birth changes things,” she went on. “Especially when the bloodline has been suppressed. It does not disappear, it waits and then it passes on.” A slow breath moved through me. “And now?” I asked. “Now it has taken form in him,” she said simply.

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,"