Bloodline System Novels & Stories

I asked. Adrian leant against the table. "It wasn't for the medicine," he said. Though his voice was cool and calm, the information he gave me made me shiver. "Genesis was created for identifying a certain bloodline," he said. I looked at him with bewilderment. "A bloodline?" "Genetic qualities. Certain skills which are inherited. All of this combined in a way which would change the future," he explained. I looked down at the photograph which was in my hands.

Or, as powerful as one. Werewolf bloodline is not strictly the rank of their parents, but a result of how much power they were born with, combined and mixed from all their ancestors. Even if one’s parents are both Alphas, they could be a Gamma bloodline, depending on how many ancestors they had that were lower than Gamma. It works the other way, too. Any pack big enough to have their own pack witch would perform a bloodline test for every young wolf when they turned 18, determining the power they were born with--

"It would have, if my line was part of that agreement." Silas stopped. Darius looked between them. "Explain." Cassian walked over to the memory pillar. "The Circle learned very early on that a system relying on just one Alpha could go wrong if that Alpha refused his role, died without an heir, or became impossible to control. They needed a backup that existed outside the usual line of succession." "A second bloodline," Luna murmured. "A shadow bloodline." Rhea let out a weak laugh from the floor. "You guys really did give everything dramatic names."

"Strong bloodline. Old pack lineage." "That's the problem. The baby is both. Your bloodline and his, and they're—they're not compatible. The power is trying to manifest, but your body is fighting it. And that fight is killing you." The words hit like fists. "What?" "I've seen this once before. Different bloodlines that shouldn't mix. The pregnancy becomes toxic. The mother's body rejects the power surge and—" She stopped. "And what?" "And the mother dies. Usually in the third trimester."

“CONVERGENCE CONFIRMED.” Victor stepped back sharply. “Every time you touch, it reacts stronger.” Adrian nodded slowly. “Because the system recognizes compatibility.” Amara looked at him with disbelief. “Compatibility for what?” Adrian’s voice lowered. “For succession.” Silence hit hard. Daniel’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Explain that very carefully.” Adrian looked toward the floating panels now reorganizing themselves above the chamber. “The bloodline structure was never built for separation.” Victor frowned. “That contradicts everything.”

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."

I walked into the store, dropping off my hunting tools before stepping into the house to freshen up. I walked into the shower, turning on the knob. I pressed my hands against the wall, bowing my hair allowing the cold water to splatter on my head and drip down through my face. Aemond’s words still echoed in my mind as though he was standing behind me. I turned around wiping water off my face immediately but saw nothing. It was just me and my thoughts. “Lyra is the key. Her bloodline—do you even understand what that means? If she’s truly the one, your reign would not just be as Alpha—it would be as a god among men.”

"What you said about the bloodline trait." "Nightshade-Mortez acceleration," she said. "It's documented, though rarely. When a Nightshade heir of sufficient power is born under extreme circumstance, war, threat, a binding actively failing, the body accelerates development to reach functional capability faster. A survival mechanism, encoded generations back." She looked at Aurora. "Your daughter was born during the exact convergence that trait exists to answer. Active threat. Active binding failure. A power level high enough to trigger the deepest version of the response."

The High Elder finally said it. “The Luna-Seer bloodline.” Silence fell again. But this time— It wasn’t confusion. It was weight. Ronan’s gaze shifted toward me slowly. “You’re certain?” The High Elder nodded. “The wards reacted the moment she entered our territory.” “Ancient wards do not respond to strength alone.” “They respond to lineage.” My pulse quickened. Lucien’s expression hardened. “That bloodline is extinct.” The High Elder’s eyes sharpened. “No.” His voice lowered.

"Something Creek specifically asked me to keep out of the official report I gave him." "What?" I said. Cross pressed his lips together. "The True Luna bloodline does not just pass through female lines," he said carefully. "It requires both parents to carry specific complementary markers. Without both parents carrying them the bloodline cannot manifest fully in a child." I stared at him. "Your mother carried the primary markers," Cross said. "That much Creek already knew. That is partly why he had her killed. A True Luna in full power is nearly impossible to manipulate." "And my father?" I said slowly.