Buried Bloodline Catalyst Guide Novels & Stories

There is only a narrow, glowing path of solidified ash that responds to the resonance of the Prime bloodline. "PROVE THE BOND," the Guardian’s voice thunders from the smoke. It’s a subsonic roar that makes the liquid fire in the pit below leap toward us. "FRACTURED ANCHORS WILL CRUMBLE. THE CHILD’S BLOOD IS ALREADY BOILING. ONE STEP WITHOUT THE OTHER, AND THE HEIR TURNS TO DUST." "Step with me," Kael commands. He doesn't look at me. His golden eyes are fixed on the rift, the pupils blown so wide they’ve swallowed the sapphire flecks. He’s sensory-blind from the poison, but he can feel the pull of the mountain.

"The Eternal Garden needs an activator. A person whose actions or presence triggers the curse's effects. In this case, that's whoever I was mated to when Helena cast the curse." "Jude. The activator was Jude." "Yes. Which means the ritual requires his blood." "But he's dead. We executed him months ago." "I know. Which means we need to find another source of Castellan blood. Someone from Jude's direct line." We all looked at Lucian. He closed his eyes, understanding. "You need my blood. As Jude's father, my bloodline is the same." "Yes. Not much. Just a few drops. But it's essential to the ritual."

"Carys... what are you doing?" I looked down at him from above, speaking slowly. "Alistair. The catacombs guarding the holy blood are my clan's most ancient forbidden ground." I took a step forward, my gaze piercing his soul like a blade. "What made you think... the library is the only place with a Bloodline Recall spell?" Alistair's affectionate, hypocritical face instantly drained of all color. His eyes widened in horror. His perfect mask shattered completely. Watching his trembling body, I coldly spat out the final words. "This Blood Oath ceremony is canceled."

“He is trying to digest my celestial light to complete his physical body!” How do I break you out?! I pleaded, straining against the iron chains. Tell me what to do! “You must find the First Bond,” Nyx urged. “The ancient covenant forged between the First Luna and the First Alpha... search the memories in your blood!” I closed my eyes, forcing my mind past the noise of clashing steel and roaring magic. I plunged my consciousness deep into the ancient bloodline lingering in my veins. A blinding flash of light exploded behind my eyelids.

"A low-ranking patrol went missing near the sulfur canyons. When the Beta vanguard found their armored transport... the vehicle wasn't destroyed by silver or weapons. The metal had been completely corroded from the inside out by an ancient, traditionalist rot. The wolves’ bodies were stripped of their flesh, their blood-essence completely siphoned out into the stone." My heart skipped a frantic, maternal beat, my mind instantly flashing to the nursery where Leo and Lily were currently playing with their silver blocks. “The Phoenix blood is a catalyst... to awaken an ancient god.” Kaelen's father’s holographic projection echoed through my mind with a terrifying clarity [INDEX].

I asked. “We find the other cursed bloodlines. The ones the Council lost track of. The ones who ran. Who hid. Who refused to participate.” Evangeline pulled out a map. Seven locations marked in blood. “These are the remaining locks. Seven bloodlines scattered across the world. We gather them. Unite them. And we perform the ritual that will rebuild the seal.” “What ritual?” Kade asked. Aurora and Evangeline exchanged looks. Neither wanted to answer. “Tell us,” I demanded. Alpha power rolled off me. Made even Aurora pause.

But it gave her memory. All of it. The ancestors. The massacre. The false prophecy. The blood pact that gave birth to the Council. She saw Catherine—a girl once pure, broken by betrayal. She saw Arthur—the cursed child of both prophecy and pain. She saw herself—the final keystone. --- Across the battlefield, Catherine watched with narrowed eyes. Flames licked at her heels, her beast of ash snarling beside her. "She’s unlocking the Vault." Cathros appeared beside her, his shadow bending the flames. "Let her. She has to. That’s the only way the altar will open. And then we take it."

"And breaking the bloodline—how do we do it?" "There's a ritual." Cael pulled something from his coffin—a book bound in leather so old it was almost black. "Written by the Old Court themselves, ironically. A way to sever the progenitor connection. It requires three things: my willing participation, your Truthsight to see and guide the magic, and..." He stopped. "And what?" I asked, though I already knew the answer would be terrible. "And the blood of someone who's bonded to both worlds. Someone who's part vampire, part human, connected to both through a true bond. Someone exactly like you."

"She has a common face for a woman of such high intellect, Architect. We are here to verify the 'Bloodline Protocol' before the final handshake." Vane paused, his gaze drifting to the silver dust still embedded in my cuticles. "The Bloodline Protocol requires a physical sample. If you’re truly from Zurich, you’ll have brought the Van Dyne catalyst." I reached into my pocket. I didn't have the ring—I had given it to the farmer. But I had something else. I had the Vial of the Anomaly I had stolen from the Swiss clinic before the explosion. "I have the catalyst," I said, holding up the small glass tube.

"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! Lucinda 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