Buried Bloodline Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d seen this before — in that red desert, under the three moons. The devil had knocked. And now she wanted in.

That night, I can’t sleep and it’s not from fear this time but from choice. Because for the first time, I feel it, that moment the world splits in two and leaves you standing on the edge, trying to decide which future to jump toward. Ridge is safe. Kind. But it can’t protect me from what’s coming. Moonstone is chaos. Pain. And I can never return willingly. But Predator? That’s my blood. My mother’s legacy. The truth I’ve never known. The truth I may need if I’m going to survive what’s ahead.

And it fit her finger perfectly. Luscius watched her for a long moment. "More will come," he said. "Next time, they won't send one. They'll send ten. A hundred." "Let them," she said. A ghost of a smile touched his lips. "There's something else you should know." "What?" "You weren't the only bloodline buried," he said. "There are others. Forgotten. Broken. Lost. And now that you've awakened... they'll feel it." "What does that mean?"

And that corner of the clothe bore a bright inscription: "Elder Silas." Rufus's brows furrowed deeply as he glared at the corpse with burning eyes. Although he didn't say a word, he knew war was coming. The arrows and flames could only mean one thing: THE RED ONES!! The Red Ones had been hidden for years, so why are they reappearing now? Rufus clenched his hand tightly. THE WHITE WOLF WITH THE BLOOD OF THE KING! Edward and his relatives suddenly appeared from the door, with Edward squatting down close to Rufus.

The memory of the Shade resurfaced, the way the darkness had swallowed me whole, the way it had felt alive. My hands trembled. The old man continued, his voice grim. “The Bloodborn were hunted to extinction. The alphas of the past feared them, feared what they could become. The few who survived hid their lineage, their power. They blended in with the rest of the wolves, their blood diluted over generations.” I sucked in a sharp breath. “Then why am I—” “Because some bloodlines cannot be erased,” the old woman said softly. “Yours has awakened.”

A faint golden static flickered between their skin, warm like sunlight breaking through frost. “I’ll warm it,” he said softly. “So you don’t have to be cold anymore.” Phoenix’s chest seized. She buried her face in his hair, hiding the tremor in her lips. Midnight bled into the East Wing. The analysis finished loading. Target Locked: Deep Abyss Ruins – Central Caldera. Warning: Prime blood required for access. Foreign touch triggers eruption. Footsteps. Rain. Burnt pine. Kael stopped at the three-meter line, hollowed out by guilt.

I asked, "What arrangement?" "The Moonborn Bond. A destiny pact based on an ancient bloodline. Our families chose each other for us before we were born," Adrian replied as he stood in front of me. My head buzzed. I said, "This isn't possible. I've never heard about this." "Impossible? Lyrik, you carry the purest Alpha bloodline because you are a Moonborn. It's only because you kept suppressing it," he said as a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

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.

Chelsey was so exhausted for the past few days as she never left in Carina's wake. Her father, Rouge, was still under comatose in an ICU. She was thinking of visiting her brother, Carter, after the burial of her mother.She just wanted to cherish the last few hours with her mother's side. She Carina seemed to looked asleep while lying her lifeless body inside the coffin. Chelsey wanted to touch her mother's beautiful face but she couldn't anymore. She only caressed the glass in front of her mother's face.

I said. “When does your flight leave, and why didn’t you call me before now?” he asked, and I could hear the anger rising in his voice now. “You can’t help me with this, Dad. You need to look after the pack and keep Saga safe. Tala will be safe with me and Falcon,” I said. “Kai, I don’t understand what the royal families have to do with us, or with all of this,” he said. “We’re the fourth blood line, Dad, that’s why I’m going to Scotland,” I said, and the signal cut out.