Buried Bloodline Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

Majesta felt strong hands grab her arms, pull her down the bed, but she fought and threw someone across the room. The smell of blood hit her, and she was drawn to it, to taste it, savor it. She crawled toward the man on the floor, found the wound on his head. Placing both hands on his head, pulling him toward her. She licked the blood off his temple, then moved to his neck. The moment she tried to do more, she was pushed away and fell on the floor. In the next moment, she was pulled off the floor, placed back in bed again. This time, she couldn’t fight; her arms were tied down again, and a bag of blood was pushed into her mouth. Majesta didn’t want the bag and tried to get to the man again.

“Stop reading it as a simple failed cut.” Kai’s voice was half snarl under Elara’s shaking weight. “Then name it and end her pain.” “The bloodlines already touched at the river cut.” Cassandra kept her eyes on the unstable residual path as she spoke. “Before that, a cancellation might have spent itself across a cleaner single line. After fusion, the residual awakening is keyed to both signatures. If the other half is not here to share the break, the full cost collapses onto the cursed body alone.” Elara dragged in a breath that sounded scraped raw. The yellow color still edged her vision; cold and heat kept swapping places under her skin until she could not tell which was worse.

“A warning.” Riven moved beside her. His eyes scanned the sigil with a scholar’s focus. “What does it say?” She squinted. “‘To open the truth, offer the blood of both lineages.’” Her breath caught. Blood of both lineages? Her mother’s line was Fae—but her father’s? She wasn’t even sure anymore. There were holes in her family history, questions no one ever answered. “I think this was built to keep someone *out*,” she whispered.

Dear my darling daughter, I knew you would turn seventeen today, as you're reading this letter, I'm sorry, I'm no longer be with you, but I still miss and love you and your mother, always and forever. It also means I have failed to protect you, and I'm terribly sorry to place an awful burden on your shoulders. But Vivienne dear, by now I'm sure you have discovered who you are. Your existence is meant to unleash a stirring prophecy of the Underworld. My daughter, you're not an ordinary girl. No matter what the future turns out to be, the destiny is yours. May the goodness of your heart help you against all odds. Yours for eternity,

The funeral of Lady Ambrosia was held, the realm has lost a great soul, the king seems to have changed after the death of his human mistress from being a kind king to a ruthless king. Three years later, The king and his most trusted council realizing the young prince Aethelfrith was also human and not strong enough to rule the realm decided to betrothe him to his brother's child, A very strong full blooded female vampire named Crimson. The king sent his son, prince Aethelfrith to another place to live and be trained into a capable king.

She asked herself but the answer is nothing except hurting him at the end. She thought he would’ve fallen in love with someone else in these past years but he didn’t just like her. Even for her, life is tough. But he got all the chances to get himself another woman but he waited for her, not intentionally. Is this called destiny? Once Charlotte prayed to God that she has been with her parents and Jaxson lifelong, after seeing the shooting star. But her prayers didn’t happen and she loved all her faith in the Almighty. They again met now; she wondered what Jaxson had prayed at that time.

She forwarded her hand and he grabbed it quickly which made her chuckle. "Let's start again." She told him. He just hugged her and now he was happy that he had got what he had been wanting. His family. "I love you Natasha and I love you too Scarlett." He whispered and kissed their head. "We love you too." She replied Scarlett just yawned and again put her head on his chest, cuddling to him. They chuckled and went toward their destination where no one could separate them again. Where no Cruel Destiny exists. The End

He clearly remembered his face when he snapped the terrified human girl’s neck. His brother wasn’t seen after that. Damien didn’t tell anyone what had happened and also ordered the one’s ordered not to tell anyone. He had killed his father just a year ago. Everybody thought him to be dead after Daniel didn’t turn up for an entire year. He now understood, human or werewolf, a mate is an important part of the life. The search party found Lizzy’s car at the airport. They found out that they had taken a private plane from there so there were no means of knowing where they went.

“I was told to destroy this journal. I refused. Too many lives have been lost because the truth was buried.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the page. Whoever had written this had been afraid. I continued. “The First Blood Heir is not simply an heir to a throne. The child carries blood from two ancient Alpha lines. One line belongs to Blackthorn. The other belongs to a bloodline that the elders believed had disappeared.” I stopped. Blackthorn. Ronan's pack. My heart began beating faster. I read the sentence again. Two Alpha bloodlines. I thought about the portrait.

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a