Buried Bloodline Drop Rate Romane & Geschichten

"And replaced by a system of extraction. Someone realized that the blood of a guardian-bound royal line had specific properties. That if you extracted it over time, over decades, and used it in combination with the guardian's separated energy—" I stand up. The chair scrapes back. The sound is very loud in the quiet room. "Vera did not imprison my mother to keep her quiet," I say. The words are coming out of me before I have fully understood them. "She imprisoned her to extract the blood. The guardian-bound blood. The specific blood of a royal line that was still carrying the original bond even after three hundred years." "Yes," Felix says. "Twenty-six years," I say. "Yes." "And the ritual—"

( Name: Poisonous Bloodthirsty GU Age: 10 000 years of age Life Span left: 1 000 000 years Origin: Underground Sea Water Insects Species: Poisonous Insects Positive Effect: Sealed half of the Host power in a half of a half Negative Effects: Inheriting the bloodthirstiness of the poisonous blood thirsty GU Closing the Five Sense, including the warmth of love Cold all year around including spring Rarity: Rare Place (Usually born): Hidden depilated and nearly haunted apartments bathtubs Total: 5 Blood Thirsty GU’s Ratings/Meanings Butterfly Blood Thirsty GU – suck butterfly blood for supplement, will restore energy to 70%, will restore 20% if blood was used as its supplement and can weaken the

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

Carlito said. "Well...let's say change is a constant factor," I shot back at him, meeting his gaze before offering him a seat directly opposite me. We both sat down and did not waste time delving into the reason why he and his men were in my pack. “There’s something Blood Moon possesses,” he began, folding his hands together. “A priceless asset. And a woman,” he said, gesturing how priceless it was with his finger. I frowned, leaning forward slightly. “You’re going to have to be more specific here if you want me to understand you better,” I said, my brows furrowed.

Like touching it might open more than a door—it might open me. “I think this is the final lock,” I said. “And the only key is my blood.” Maxwell stepped closer. “Then we don’t open it.” “We have to,” I said, quieter this time. “Whatever’s down there… It’s been bleeding through. All the fractures, the sealed dreams, the copy of me—it’s all tied to this. We’re not just dealing with what I might become, Max. We’re dealing with what was buried to keep that possibility from being born.”

“Tonight, under the blood moon, we witness the passing of power. Alpha Alexander Laurent, step forward.” Alpha Alexander approached the altar. In his hand was the ceremonial dagger—the same blade used by his father “I, Alexander Laurent, Alpha of the Silverthorn Pack, renounce my title and pass it to my son, my blood, my successor.” He sliced his palm and let his blood fall on the stone. “By blood and moon, I release my hold.” The ground itself seemed to hum as the blood moon overheard pulsed brighter. “Ethan Laurent,” Sage said, “step forward and claim your birthright.”

“And trust me. I won’t let the bloodline’s darkness consume you.” Evelyn closed her eyes, letting the words and the warmth of their presence anchor her. Slowly, carefully, she reached back toward the orb. This time, she embraced it fully. Energy surged through her, bright and terrifying, like fire coiling in her veins. Symbols floated around her vision, glowing briefly before fading into memory. The room vibrated, almost alive, acknowledging her claim. When she opened her eyes, the orb had dimmed, the room calm. But she knew—something fundamental had shifted. The bloodline within her had awakened further. She was stronger, yes, but the awakening came with responsibility, and with danger.

“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.