Buried Bloodline Catalyst Guide Novels & Stories

“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.

“Because Victor Crane destroyed my family. I won’t let him destroy yours.” Luca’s jaw locked. Elias folded his arms. “Fine. You’re here. Then contribute something.” Adrian turned to the board. “We need to sever Catalyst’s inheritance chain. And I know how.” The room stilled. “How?” I whispered. Adrian tapped the encrypted drive he’d brought. “By using Drayke’s ghost protocol,” he said. “The one he left behind for me — and never told anyone else about.” I stared at him, breath caught.

“We advance the timetable. Dusk, not night.” Damien saluted. “I’ll reposition squads.” Eamon took Alara aside beneath the shade of an overhang. “There is one more technique you should grasp,” he said quietly. “Bloodline resonance. It draws on ancestral memory in your magic. Dangerous, tiring—but potent.” Alara’s mouth went dry. “Show me.” He pricked her index finger with a tiny obsidian shard, then his own, pressing their cuts to the crystal she’d charged earlier. “Focus on the threads running backward through you—mother, father, the Whiteleaf roots. Let their strengths surface, but do not drown in them.”

She bent close to the inked lines, eyes losing their surface sharpness and taking on the inward tilt Evelyn recognized as the beginning of a reading. “Moonsblood will ask a price,” Aleta said after a quiet minute. She kept her voice level, as if naming weather. “Not in blood, necessarily. But in truth. The man who called you will not accept victory if it comes too easily. He needs a story worth telling himself. You cannot change that. You can only refuse to be written in his evil script.” “We had planned for that,” Damon said.

“I won’t let anyone harm her again.” Equipping himself with his most trusted team and a map of the catacombs, Alaric embarked on his mission. The underground network was a labyrinth of dark corridors and hidden chambers, and every step was fraught with danger. Deep within the tunnels, he overheard fragments of conversation: “...Elona must not ascend...her bloodline is too dangerous...she threatens the guild’s order...” Before Alaric could gather more information, a trap was sprung. Shadows emerged from every corner, their weapons glinting in the dim light.

~ 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.

"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

"She comes with me. Back to the city. Back to the protection of the Blackwood name." The two brothers faced each other, the air between them thick with a decade of resentment and a fresh, murderous jealousy. It was the ultimate stalemate. They couldn't kill me without losing the prize, and they couldn't let the other have me without losing their soul. I looked at the laptop in my hand. Then, I looked at the dark water below. "You both think you're the ones making the choices," I said, a cold, predatory smile spreading across my lips. "But you forgot one thing. I’m the Catalyst. Without me, the formula is useless. Without me, there is no heir."

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.

“But the seal was designed by all four. It can only be reopened by a bond that carries all four bloodlines.” The silence felt different underground. Denser. “We don’t,” I said. “Nico carries Draugmoor and the erased line his mother descended from. I carry Crowfall. Three, if his mother’s line counts as the fourth.” “It counts,” Caska said. “I told you. I identified your mother, Nico, as the last descendant of the exiled line. I identified your father as the bloodline that would produce the bond. I watched Edric do his engineering and let him believe it was his idea, it was easier than explaining I had been selecting for this combination for sixty years before he was born.”