Bloodlines Naruto Novels & Stories

The woman’s face twisted in grief. “Forgive me,” she whispered. A tear fell. The massive silver tree absorbed it, light pulsing outward like a heartbeat. The vision shattered. I gasped as the pressure returned, heavier now, more insistent. THE BLOODLINE ENDS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE AWAKENS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE CHOOSES THROUGH YOU. My thoughts splintered. Faces I didn’t recognize flickered behind my eyes. Voices I’d never heard screamed in languages I somehow understood. Wars. Sacrifices. Promises made to moons that did not forgive.

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."

Ever since she arrived at Blackthorn, it hadn’t appeared and she would have preferred it that way, but now, she feared it won’t always be like that anymore. On her arm, she saw the lines again, like vines twisting and circling. It moved on its own and it had a glow of its own—a faint one. She raised her arm and watched it closely, not understanding what it was and why it chose her out of the billions of people alive. Or could it be that she wasn’t the only one? Like how she discovered that there are vampires and wolves in the school, could there be more out there? Even from her other school?

"You're having doubts." "Angela warned about the connection it creates," I said, watching his reaction carefully. "She claimed the bond renewal would link us beyond the physical—that it would create a channel for power to flow between us." "That's... partially true," he acknowledged. "The bond allows mates to draw strength from each other. It's not one-sided." "But with my bloodline, it's different, isn't it?" I pressed. "More significant." He hesitated, then nodded. "According to the old texts, yes. The silver-blessed bloodline creates a deeper connection. A sharing of abilities to some degree."

“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.

Jax folded his arms. "Who was coming?" For the first time, real anger entered Damon's expression. "The people who wanted our bloodline erased." The words carried enough conviction to make everyone uneasy. Scarlett stared at him. "What bloodline?" Damon's eyes met hers. "The Luna bloodline." The clearing fell silent again. Emily frowned. "What does that mean?" Damon looked toward Scarlett. "You're stronger than ordinary Lunas because our family was never ordinary." A chill slid down Scarlett's spine.

he mumbled, but I just kept on staring at my mother. Her expressions changed from horror to shock, and then anxiety appeared on her face. “I also noticed that during that time period yesterday, only the pack members with the original bloodline were affected. A few of whom we locked in the dungeons also felt the pain, but they didn’t feel the strength. It meant that our bloodline chose whom to bless or whom not to bless…..” I paused when my mother’s body trembled so hard that I felt she would fall at any time. “Yeah. Carl also mentioned this. It felt like our bloodline abandoned the traitors.” Dad mumbled, and I smiled faintly this time.

I had thrown that out there to stir the pot, but I did not expect Nelson and Yvonne's faces to go pale the moment the words left my mouth. Nelson forced a laugh. "Illegitimate kids? Come on, Ethan and the rest are my brother's children, too. They're Smiths just like us." However, Nelson looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I felt a jolt of suspicion. My eyes could not help but scan over Ethan and his siblings. That was when I saw it. My dad had double eyelids, a trait I had inherited. However, all three Ethans had single eyelids, just like Nelson.

Why did he look at you and see a son, but looked at me and saw a failure? It made no sense. Min was the one who resembled the Chairman. Everyone said it. He was a carbon copy of the Han bloodline, the sharp jaw, the height, the imposing frame. Ji-yoon, his sister, resembled maybe an ancestor long forgotten, looking neither like their mother nor their father, a genetic anomaly. But Min... Min was his father’s mirror. Except for one thing. His mother.

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