Bloodline Supernatural 소설 & 이야기

“What do you mean, more?” He tilted his head slightly, as if considering her question. "You think you're just a regular girl, don't you?" He chuckled darkly. "That your life ended when your parents disappeared, that you were just some orphan scraping by. But you're wrong, Karina. You're more than that. You're part of a bloodline—a very important one." Her heart stuttered in her chest. *Bloodline?* What was he talking about? "Your parents," he continued, as if reading her thoughts, "they weren’t just some random casualties of debt collectors. They were part of something much larger. And now, you’re tied to it too. Whether you like it or not."

Alpha Collen mumbled in excitement. "But there is a little problem." The beta said. "What problem?" "The seer (witch) of the pack mentioned that the child in your mate womb is carrying the last bloodline of your great grandparents." He added. "That is not a problem, my child is special then, you know I heard from my parents that my great grandfather was a big red and black werewolf, I wonder what colour my child will be, even if my child doesn't inherit I or my mate's colour of the wolf, I know my child will have those wolf yellowish eyes just like every one of us here in our pack."

"How?" He looked at the red moon outside. "We thought the Blood Moon would end the curse." "What will it do?" He whispered: "It will awaken every ancient bloodline." Kael stepped forward. "How many?" Her father looked at him. "All of them." Selene's eyes widened. "Vampires?" "Witches?" "Shifters?" Her father nodded. "Every supernatural bloodline that disappeared centuries ago." Luna stared. "Then the werewolf war was only the beginning." A distant bell rang.

The prophesied strength of my lost family lineage was waking up, flooding my tired muscles with an incredible, unstoppable power that made my splinted left arm feel completely weightless and entirely free of pain. The crimson mark glowed so brightly that its red light shone right through the thick fabric of my black ballistic suit, casting a fierce, bloody reflection against the white snow around my boots. "What... what is that?" Silas stammered, his eyes widening in absolute horror as he looked at the glowing light on my chest. He pressed his back tighter against the iron pillar, his hands clawing at the dirt as he realized he wasn't just facing an assassin anymore. He was facing the living

“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.

"He's already on his way with an army. You've got maybe ten minutes before this place is swarming with vampires who make me look like a child." Blake held the syringe up to the light, watching the mixture swirl inside the glass. "Ten minutes is more than enough." He plunged the needle into his arm and emptied the entire contents into his bloodstream. Blake immediately collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing violently as three different supernatural bloodlines tried to merge inside him. His back arched, and he screamed as his bones began reshaping themselves. The sound was inhuman, like metal being torn apart. Dark veins spread under his skin in chaotic patterns that pulsed and writhed.

Bloodline power was the only vessel that could contain ancestral skills and divine techniques of major families that had ascended to the higher realm. It was unmatched by sacred lands in Southsky, Midland and other regions. Though some founders of sacred land sects succeeded in becoming a celestial, it was essentially not possible to pass down their bloodline's power.

She *recognized* the intent before it formed. Not attack. Offering. A thin line opened across Kali’s palm. Gold did not spill from it. Something darker. Something deeper. Not divine ichor. Not vampire blood. Something *older than both.* “Take it,” Kali said. The words were not a suggestion. Celeste’s HUD flickered violently. > **UNKNOWN BLOODLINE DETECTED** > **CLASSIFICATION: ???** > **COMPATIBILITY: CONDITIONAL** > **WARNING: IRREVERSIBLE INTEGRATION POSSIBLE**

River nods understanding a little more. “If my mother got close enough to any of the witches there, they would have lost their magic? So, we can investigate the coven’s and ask around if anyone has lost their magic” River suggests. “Your mother had magic?” Greg asks “No, because of our bloodline, if we touch the person trying to use magic it. It will rebound back on them, stripping them of their magic” River explains “bloodline?” Greg questions. River looks at McKenzie as she doesn’t know if she should tell him more. “River is a direct descendent of the very first shifters” he answers not mentioning the royal part as he knows that could bring more trouble to their door.

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot