Bloodlines Mead の小説・ストーリー

Paul's brow furrowed as he prepared to clear the air. "Our trust company always plays by the book. Mr. Smith's investment fell short of the 2.1 billion dollar mark, so by the letter of the law, that 1.8 billion isn't trust money–it's part of Smith Beverage Group's assets. "The rules are clear: only the Smith Group's heir can touch that cash, and that heir is Ms. Smith. She's the one and only rightful owner of the 1.8 billion." Ethan was floored, barely able to whisper, "No way! How on earth could Lily have access to that money?"

But from the moment she arrived, she was so confident that she could become best friends with the Gambino heiress that she grew incredibly reckless. I slowly revealed the Gambino family token, which resembled utmost authority—only the authentic heir of the family had the right to own it. Looking at Lucille, I began coldly, "I never knew we were best friends." She glanced up at me, shock evident on her face. "Daphne, what are you on about?" Chase asked, clearly flabbergasted. "Aren't you from the countryside?" I turned toward him and smirked. "Fortunately, I told you I was from the countryside. Otherwise, you'd probably be plotting my death!"

"You see, Vera is my ex-girlfriend. We had a beautiful past together. However, something happened to her in the Capital this time. She called me, begging for my help. I couldn't just ignore her." " I, Selena Habsburg, from the Habsburg lineage of the Shadow pack, reject you Williams Cobbler as my mate." I let out a low growl, but it wasn't me speaking. It was Meeka, my wolf. Confused, I closed my eyes, which had already transformed into a mesmerizing combination of white fur and blue eyes. I tried to calm Meeka down, never expecting her to reject Williams. Once she settled, I turned to face him, still able to see the shock on his face.

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."

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. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

Mom asked. He took a few steps in and said, "ma'am, master Leonardo wishes to speak with you at his study room!! Please come fast". ( Anderson left after informing mom). She turns her eyes back and signed her way out to meet her new boss, leaving me behind in the room and thankfully she didn't say, I shouldn't explore the mansion, I've got to do some sightseeing. ( Smiles and leaves also). NEXT CHAPTER LOADING---------- ( BLOODLINE, stolen at birth)

“This is manipulation.” “Maybe,” I whispered back. “But so were the elders.” The woman heard that. A faint smirk touched her lips. “You feel it, don’t you?” she asked me quietly. “In your own veins.” My heart stuttered. The grandmother’s words echoed in my mind. You carry it too. “That’s impossible,” I said—but it sounded weaker now. The silver-haired woman shook her head gently. “Bloodlines don’t disappear. They bury themselves. They wait.” A sharp cry cut through the air.

“The prophecy also spoke of other things which are of a second bloodline. A twin line. One that in an unimaginable way, mirrors yours... but this time, with darkness instead of light.” Kale’s brows furrowed, totally confused. “What exactly does that mean?” “It simply means that your blood, as has been registered in your head, isn’t the only one being sought,” Maester Kyn said gravely. “And unfortunately, if that twin line happens to be awakened before Serena fulfills her role, everything will fall apart.” My chest tightened on hearing that. “Who exactly holds that blood?” Kyn hesitated, like he was unsure of what to say. “That… we don’t know. But there are whispers… that it might be someone

“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.

The kind of silence that pressed down on the chest, the kind that came before storms, or battles, or change so irreversible it marked a lifetime in two. Evelyn stood by the window of the old stone room, her fingers tracing over the frost-flecked glass. Outside, the world was pale and restless. The mountains loomed like crouching beasts, their peaks clawing at a sky bruised with silver-grey clouds. Somewhere beyond them lay Moonsblood, a place whispered about in the stories of both the living and the dead. A place where bloodlines were tested, where oaths broke or solidified, where nothing emerged untouched.