Bloodlines Walkthrough Novels & Stories

"ohh! i didn't know it would be so useful to you, do you really want to know?; the creature now spoke with a nonchalant attitude seeing sara's interest had been spiked.. just talk will you! sara had began to lose her patience, the creature seemed to be enjoying messing with her alot... "fine i'll help you this once, the key is to kill! the more powerful the kill the better". wait all i've got to do is kill? "well yes but know at the-same time, remember to take in precious fruits, like the blood ginseng or anything related to blood, you'll need it". ohk ma'am! "oh remember this there are 3 others here that have awakened their bloodline, it would be good if you get a better understanding of yo

“An ancient kind. One that hasn’t been used in generations.” She kneels beside me. “Show me.” I press my palm to the mark and the thread above flickers, and then the loom responds. The threads part like curtains, revealing an underlay of woven text. Not written in ink. Not carved. Stitched. I read aloud slowly. “Three bloodlines. One weave. The choice of power, the choice of control, and the choice of cost.” Signe pales. “Scarlett,” she whispers, “Victoria… and my Erik.”

I was trapped in the past, buried in these damn history books like I was trying to dig up my own answers from centuries ago. My fingers flipped another fragile page, the parchment delicate beneath my touch. The text was faded in some areas, but the heading caught my eye: The Blood Legacy of the Bluestone Alpha Line. I leaned in, my eyes scanning every word like it might tell me something new. I’d already pieced together most of it from Ava, Christian, and Tyler over the past few days. But hearing it from their lips wasn’t the same as reading it with my own eyes. The Second Life Gene.

“Then we train. We grow. And when he strikes, we will be ready. But never alone. Never without each other.” Kira purred softly, guiding me as the darkness settled, not defeated, but restrained. I took a shaky breath, letting the power pulse through me without consuming me. For the first time, I tasted the thrill of control—and the danger of the shadows that were always, inevitably, a part of me. And deep down, beneath the pride and relief, a whisper ran through my veins, cold and sharp: This is only the beginning. But for what though? What's the bloodline he talked about? I must find it out before it's too late...

"Bloodline is what we all carry, and more so the successors. The genes do change throughout generations, but the lineage stays at the core. So..." "Silas's bloodline...his heir." Malphas finishes the sentence, turning away from me and walking a few steps away. I can tell he's tense by the way his back muscles contract. Hands in fists. "And the key?" "Would be someone whose blood breaks the seal." The words leave my lips sooner than my mind can catch up. I slowly turn my head to the tome, looking down again. Time seems to stop in that moment as I recognise what I just did. Practically handed him the entire solution to the riddle, a way to reach the vial. And once again, put myself a step clos

I asked, rubbing my hands together gently. "I'm not sure, Rufus. I'm still trying to piece everything together," Lillian responded, walking back to the table and picking up one of the bottles, shaking it vigorously. I hesitated for a moment before finally asking the question that had been on my mind. "Um... Lillian, is there a chance that the white wolf with the blood of a wolf could also be my mate?" Lillian's hand, which had been shaking the bottle, suddenly stopped midway. She looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Why do you ask?" she paused, her eyebrows furrowing as if I had done something wrong.

Walking several steps away from the house, Tine turned to Raptor and demanded to know what was going on. "Tine, my bloodline is old. Older even than yours. And you are about to marry into it." The magnitude of what his friend said stopped Tine in his tracks. Grabbing Raptor's arm, he stood there and open and closed his mouth several times before Raptor gently pried his hand off of his bicep. "Yes Tine, Mira is my bloodline. She is my great granddaughter. And before you ask, no. She has no clue. This is part of the information that will be revealed on the wedding night. Mira will not understand the weight of our combined bloodlines until the Elders come and read our bloodlines the night after

~ Jari-Einar Colborn ~ Hazel was softly groaning when my beta rushed past her, head down like a remorseful puppy. I jogged to the bottom of the steps where she had flown into the wall and knelt down beside her body. She had crumpled up from the pain, blood darkening her light brown hair. I noticed there was also a small pool forming beneath her arm, but took it one step at a time. Doc, I need your assistance. Top priority; it is my mate.