Blue Bloods: Celebrating A Family Legacy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Grandpa White was sure of this. "Dylan, I made you stay in the room because I want you to know that you have a great responsibility on your hands, you are also the hope for the future of the White family. The glory of the White family came from a bloody and stormy history, so you must not belittle the contribution of every White before you, and more importantly, you must not let them down. For the sake of every White who paved the way for you, you must ensure that the White legacy lives on in you, understand?"

“I choose red over blue, because they are not losers.” Maybe if she had tried responding back like the way the red team responded back to the blue team, maybe she wouldn’t be feeling less of herself at that moment. But she already got used to taking things as they were and then looking for an escape when it gets bad. What if there comes a time when she would have to face the bad things because the escape she’s always looked for and got won’t be there again?

My heels echoed against the cold marble—a surface my father adored but I loathed. Not for its beauty, but for the way it betrayed even a single drop of blood. A nightmare for the maids, though they deserved far better after all they’d seen. Soon, I would change that. Once I inherited my father’s empire, they would never have to scrub away another man's sins. Exhaling softly, I ran a manicured hand through my platinum locks, steadying myself. I was heading to my father’s office for a meeting that could alter the balance of power—one contract, one signature, one carefully calculated move. I could not afford a mistake.

"What truth? What do you mean by ‘older?’" The Duke’s expression darkened, his eyes locking onto hers with a look that made her stomach churn. "There’s a legacy, Victoria. A legacy that stretches back long before either of us were born. Your family—your blood—has been tied to this legacy for centuries. And now, it’s your turn to play your part." Victoria blinked, trying to make sense of his words. "My family? I don’t understand. What does my family have to do with this?" The Duke stepped forward, his voice lowering to a whisper. "Everything. Your bloodline holds the key to unlocking the power we’ve all been fighting for. And that power will change everything—everything we know."

The distance felt necessary. “My parents,” he began, the words clipped, “are the embodiment of the picture-perfect couple. If you saw them in a magazine, you’d think ‘legacy.’ ‘Old money.’ ‘Philanthropists.’ They own half of Bluewhale, or it feels like they do. Everything was always about the image. The future. The dynasty.” He was silent for a moment, and I waited, my hand finding Jax’s, and lacing their fingers together. Jax’s grip was tight, almost painful.

Pack chroniclers. “Aria,” the woman began, her voice respectfully low. “We’re from the Pack Chronicles. There are… rumors. That your family forced you into a procedure to obtain cord blood for your stepsister, Elara.” She activated the sphere. A soft light projected images onto the wall—public postings on the main pack link network. My name was everywhere. ‘Alpha’s family commits atrocity for favored she-wolf!’ ‘Healer mother performs brutal surgery on own daughter!’ The comments scrolled.

As I perused its contents, I soon realized that the situation was not as straightforward as I had imagined. The owner of these files had meticulously collected various information about The Blue Blood Pack, including rumors and folklore as well as official documents and records. In summary, this was an extremely detailed dossier about The Blue Blood Pack. "...this ancient group can trace its origins back to the very inception of werewolves. In the distant past, the members of this group were said to have flowing blue blood, a special trait that led them to believe that it was their blood that bestowed upon them strength and resilience. Thus, they decided to adopt 'The Blue Blood' as their na

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. 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,"

she said to him. “The vials are on the table,” I said to her, and she picked them up. Dr. Foirbeis handed her an empty vial and she mixed half of our blood together. “Once I start the spell, the blood will turn white and gold, which signifies the blood bond to the mother, then it will change to the father’s colors, before returning back to red,” Gwyneth said, and I nodded.

Her safety and well being are very important to me. I carried the weight of this tragic tale for years, protecting the secret of Blue's true lineage as Mabel and Winter's daughter. Blue grew up in a loving environment, completely unaware of her heritage. Blue's childhood could have been remarkably ordinary had it not been for the tragedy of her father's passing. His loss left her emotionally scarred, transforming her into a solemn young woman who rarely smiled until she crossed paths with Troy. Seeing her regain her happiness was a source of joy, but I could not help but feel a sense of worry for her. It was obvious that she had begun to search for information about her past, a path that had