Buried Bloodline Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

Eyes like coal dipped in ice. “If you’re watching this, it means they’ve turned. Not against you. Against the blood.” “I always knew Umbra would rise again. I just didn’t think it would rise through our own veins.” Don Emilio lit a match. Let it burn down to the tip before snuffing it. “There’s a kill code. Buried in the genome of our bloodline. It can only be activated once.” “It’s encoded in you, Lorenzo.” Lorenzo didn’t breathe.

This time Leo leaves a hand on my shoulder and turns me to face Ben along with him. “Ben, this is Remington. Alpha Jamie’s son.” This one sentence changed the air around us. A new wind blew through the pack members as the truth of my bloodline was announced so simply in that one introduction. Whispers moved through the group but the loudest gasp came from right in front of me, standing next to Ben. For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed.

A dangerous one. “They think you’re the key,” he finally said. “To breaking the curse that binds them. The girl with human blood and royal line. The child of two worlds.” Her mouth fell open. “Royal line?” “You’re descended from the First Blood,” he said. “On your mother’s side. You weren’t just chosen by fate, Aria. You were born to disrupt everything.” She staggered back. “That’s why they killed my mother, isn’t it?” Dorian gave a small nod. “And why they’ve hunted you since.”

“There are some of us who believe that bloodline never truly vanished. Only hidden.” My throat felt tight. “And you think… I could be part of that?” “Not just you. Both of you.” His gaze swept toward Dorian. “The bond between you - it’s not just mating instinct. It’s destiny, twisted back on itself and now unwinding again.” Dorian’s hand brushed against mine beneath the table. “That’s why you didn’t challenge our pairing.”

Not on land. Not through ley lines. Through blood. I stagger upright. Ashcroft’s eyes sharpen. “You can’t anchor without foundation.” “You’re right.” I press my palm to the earth. But I don’t reach downward. I reach inward. The baby. Asher. Kade. Kieran. Three divine carriers. Bloodline. Not geography. If ley lines can be severed— Blood can replace them. It’s dangerous. Terrifying. But it’s the only option. “Isla, don’t,” Morgan whispers.

“This is Lunaris blood.” The room went silent. Even my wolf paused, the name striking through both of us like a blade. Lunaris. The bloodline of kings. Erased from history more than two decades ago. Extinct. Untouchable. A story told to pups. And yet here she was, bleeding on my bed. My mate. I stared down at her, my chest heaving, the pieces clicking together. She wasn’t just mine. She was destiny itself. I bent low, voice rough as I whispered against her ear, a vow meant for no one but her.

Nike She almost laughed at how shamelessly Infinitus supported his Golden daughters, what a father, unrelenting and unwilling to accept the fact that his daughters had well passed their glory days, even in his slumber, his fingers toyed with very looms of fate', manipulating destiny so that they found themselves at the same place and at the same time. It simply was nothing short of being pathetic, all he was simply achieving was leading the lambs to her slaughterhouse, what a destiny!, to lose and to be conquered in every single lifetime, it was almost sad and pitiful to kill them. Almost being the key word.

"It was empty when the boys opened it. Just the blood." Min crouched down, his expensive coat trailing in the sawdust. He ignored the blood seeping toward the soles of his boots. His eyes scanned the red mess. Something glinted. Buried in the center of the blood pool, half-submerged like a drowning victim, was a small object. Min reached into his pocket and pulled out a silk handkerchief, monogrammed, pristine white. He reached out and picked up the object, careful not to touch it with his bare skin.

she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And if they found you… then whatever you are… was never truly lost.”

“About Adrian.” My heart stops. “The turning,” Vera says gently. “It’s not permanent. Not completely.” I stare. “What do you mean?” “There’s a cure,” Lucira says. “One cure. The blood of the true mate, willingly given under the Bloodline Eclipse. Royal hybrid blood offered with love can burn the sire bond away forever.” I sit up too fast, head spinning. “You’re saying if I give him my blood during the eclipse…” “He’ll be free,” Vera finishes. “Human again. Or as close as he can get.”