Buried Bloodline Build の小説・ストーリー

“Exiled into human society, where her children were born without the ability to shift, without the ability to be identified. But not without the bloodline.” “He put two ends of the same bloodline together,” I said, and heard my own voice from somewhere far away, the pieces assembling in my chest into something enormous and devastatingly logical all at once. “Your predecessor took the bloodline the Accord tried to erase three generations ago and engineered its return by making sure the two surviving branches found each other.”

"From underneath. Looking for a way through." She nodded. Like that was exactly right. "And since then?" "Steadier. More constant. Like it's always present now instead of coming and going." "Because of proximity," she said. She glanced briefly at Jaxon again. "The catalyst effect is progressing faster than I expected given the years of suppression. Your bloodline was buried very deeply. Whatever they used to conceal it was thorough." A pause. "But it cannot hold much longer." "What happens when it doesn't hold?" I asked.

Forty-six children across three generations who had not made it to this moment. I held this one tighter. Stella drove without being asked to go faster and went faster anyway. The infant looked up at me the entire journey. I looked back. Whatever was rising through the original site had been below everything for longer than any of the structures the pack world had built above it. The corruption had been installed on top of this site. The Lunara bloodline had been created to counter the corruption. The Primordial line had been in dormancy waiting for the Lunara to reach full power. The third bloodline had been suppressed before it could establish itself. All of it on top of something. On top o

Thinking this, she made sure to examine the cave again with the beam of her lamp. Despite the lingering fear and pain, a familiar sense of anticipation began to build within her. This was it, the entrance to the infamous Blood King’s lair. She took a tentative step towards the cave opening, her boots crunching on loose rock. The musty smell intensified, mingling with the faint metallic scent. The humming grew slightly louder, a subtle vibration that seemed to resonate deep within the stone.

“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.

“Then we lead.” Sera and Lucien returned from the southern ridge with news. “The Blood Father is building something,” Sera said. “Not just an army. A throne.” Lucien added, “He’s carving it from the bones of fallen flame-bearers.” Aria’s breath caught. Luna’s mark flared. Kaelion stood. “Then we burn it.” The Grove began to shift again. The trees turned inward. The ley lines surged. The altar cracked once more. A new flame rose—white, sharp, unyielding. It hovered between Luna and Aria. And it waited.

Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile temper, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid He paced, slow and methodical. “Not all godbloods can wield the magic of their ancestors. Some can't wield any at all. But occasionally… rumors rise.” His eyes glinted. “Of a fourteenth bloodline. A hidden line, descended from the God Killer. Said to wield all thirteen disciplines.” He grinned like the idea made his sick little heart flutter. “What a delight that would be. A student like that…” He licked his lips. “Would make h

In the centre stood a low altar carved from a single piece of black granite and on it rested a shallow silver bowl filled with dark water. “This is where the Bloodline Rite was first performed,” she said and rested her fingers on the edge of the altar. “It was never about crowning a queen. It was created to bind unstable bloodlines, to steady heirs born from two rival packs so the child could not be weaponised by either side.” She met my eyes.