Bloodlines Anime Novels & Stories

Leo gritted out, his voice heavy with reluctance. Without another word, Lucian and Leo began to turn, moving swiftly toward the edge of the battlefield, but just as they reached the cover of the trees, a shadow darted across their path, and they froze. Before they could even react, a powerful claw slashed through the air, catching Lucian’s arm. He snarled in pain, his eyes widening as he turned to face the attacker. It was Ashina. Ashina, Lucian’s daughter, stood in front of them, her eyes cold and determined. Her wolf form was lean and deadly, her claws dripping with the blood of their enemies.

Zephyr nodded “A wise question, but as it says here it is due to bloodlines holding the power within themselves. The level of one’s power in a bloodline depends on themselves. It's rather simple, when one has a bloodline its only when their abilities are active that others with bloodlines can sense it. If it is a mage, you would know as their aura is ever-present, a mage would carry their aura like a warning, and cannot sneak into places, but a bloodline… well they seemingly will look like the average civilian and that only makes them all the more dangerous,” Zephyr said

I laugh. In one quick swoop I slice his throat and stab him over and over again. The anger, the rage! It is all being released from this. I stop. I walk back over to Xane. He was already dead but slicing his throat isn’t good enough. I grab him by his hair and carve a Chelsea Grin onto his face. “Since it was your p… plan to b…burn me you can’t… twin with m… me!” I splutter. I stand up. I walk away with no emotion to find a hiding place.

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

He heard horses galloping towards him, looking up, he sighted King Philp who rode powerfully towards him, his men following behind, his eyes filled with fury as his long beards added more fright to his face. As Robert's eyes sighted the old king, intense wrath filled him, his whole body shook in anger as his veins were visible, sprunting out to his dismay. Nicholas and the remaining soldiers roared in brutal anger and they began to gallop towards the army that rode towards them. With swords in their hands, the men of Linerdo killed their enemies showing no mercy. Blood filled the land as the dead men were seen sprunting blood out of their chests.

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," I looked at him for a moment, peering between his eyes before I suddenly started laughing, apparently taking them both by surprise as they gave me weird looks. "Yeah, okay," I snorted, "You almost got me with this one," I let out another laugh, abruptly stopping upon noticing that irritated look on my father's face. But before I could say or do anythi

“That’s eight figures, Cross. Real money. Even for us.” Julian’s smile is slow and cruel. “They’re calling it the Black Run. A full sweep. Clean through Twelve. Sponsors are salivating. She’s hot, she’s new, she’s got trauma written all over her. They think she’s the first wildcard to actually make it.”

The Dustmother moves closer. “If you rise, child of ash, the sky will bleed each year.The land will harden.The bloodline will twist.” Seren blinks. “What bloodline? I have no heir. I have no mate.” The spirit touches her chest. “You carry one.In soul, if not in womb.A future already begun.” Seren staggers a half-step back. Not in denial. In awe. “If I stop,” she whispers, “what happens?” “The storm fades.” “And the God Below?”

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.