Buried Bloodline Drop Rate Novels & Stories

~ Jari-Einar Colborn ~ Hazel was softly groaning when my beta rushed past her, head down like a remorseful puppy. I jogged to the bottom of the steps where she had flown into the wall and knelt down beside her body. She had crumpled up from the pain, blood darkening her light brown hair. I noticed there was also a small pool forming beneath her arm, but took it one step at a time. Doc, I need your assistance. Top priority; it is my mate.

There won't be any lucky encounters in his surroundings that could help him achieve the objectives deemed impossible. His trait certainly couldn't see the future but it could calculate the attributes of various items and at least, around Chen, there is simply no item or fortune capable of shooting his Revitalized Blood Qi Art to the 9th stage at once! 'Not even seventh stage... basically, if I give it my all, there is a 10% chance to reach the sixth stage of the technique.' Entering the carriage, Chen sat down with his legs crossed. "Devil's Blood Crystal is a B-rank reward. Theoretically, it should be able to assist me in the cultivation of technique by a lot...

"Particularly if it is diluted sufficiently through generations, or if there are other genetic factors suppressing it. The bloodstone test is very precise, and I could set it to sense for a trace of Lycan and werewolf blood mixed together." We were immediately glad to hear her words, and I was about to rush her to do so, but then she stopped us and continued. ... " I can set it to trace and track down the mixture of Lycan and werwolf blood in a body... But the problem is that it only looks for active Lycan markers, not dormant ones." She paused. "If the Lycan lineage in your grandmother's line became recessive over one or two generations, the connection might simply not show in the way the

She stopped herself. Not her what? She thought of Marcus. Of Elena. The form of Lydia's smile. She remembered the night when everything changed, the night nobody was to remember. “No, no, no,” said Ava, shaking her head. "That doesn't mean anything." However, it did not erase the words on the screen. “Bloodline,” she read again. “It is possible that strangers can match, but not very common. Rare.” Her hands began to shake. "If I matched..." she said and could not complete the sentence.

“What you just performed is a manifestation of bloodline power.” It was Andrius’ first time hearing the term ‘bloodline power’. However, instead of interrupting, he listened quietly. “Generally speaking, only powerful fiends and divine beasts possess bloodline power. It’s inherited through their bloodline and difficult to bestow upon others. In the Immortal, Fiend, and Demonic Realms, only some top-tier beasts possess bloodline power, such as the Five-Clawed Auric Dragon and the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix…

The one Adrian’s enforcers never used to cross. The one Evelyn had bled across the night she lost Sophia. Her pulse pounded harder and harder in her chest as she crouched low behind a fallen log. Brina knelt by a rotted stump and whispered but not to the stone this time, to something buried beneath it. Moonlight caught on metal—onyx, not obsidian. Marked with a crescent carved in deep crimson.

"Then take the weight of it!" The Obsidian Spire cracked. The Outcome As the ceiling began to rain shards of glass, the Council members scrambled to maintain their levitation. The "Order" they had cultivated was dissolving into the very chaos they feared. Selene moved like a blur of white light, neutralizing the Council guards before they could draw their silver-tipped spears. "The Spire is falling, Elias! We have to find the Primal Well before the whole mountain collapses!" Elias, now fully transformed into a massive, silver-maned wolf-spirit, looked toward the basement. The true source of the "Forgotten Bloodline" wasn't in the sky—it was in the depths.

“But the seal was designed by all four. It can only be reopened by a bond that carries all four bloodlines.” The silence felt different underground. Denser. “We don’t,” I said. “Nico carries Draugmoor and the erased line his mother descended from. I carry Crowfall. Three, if his mother’s line counts as the fourth.” “It counts,” Caska said. “I told you. I identified your mother, Nico, as the last descendant of the exiled line. I identified your father as the bloodline that would produce the bond. I watched Edric do his engineering and let him believe it was his idea, it was easier than explaining I had been selecting for this combination for sixty years before he was born.”

"The bloodline." "You smelled it the moment she crossed the line." "She's human." "She's *carrying* it." Elias turned. Same gray eyes. Same bone structure. Separated by thirty years and a devotion to purity Kael had never shared. "The Holt woman has the marker." "The same as 1893." "The same as your mother." --- Kael's hands found his pockets. The same habit as the library steps. Hiding the curl of his fingers. The need to hold something.

She *recognized* the intent before it formed. Not attack. Offering. A thin line opened across Kali’s palm. Gold did not spill from it. Something darker. Something deeper. Not divine ichor. Not vampire blood. Something *older than both.* “Take it,” Kali said. The words were not a suggestion. Celeste’s HUD flickered violently. > **UNKNOWN BLOODLINE DETECTED** > **CLASSIFICATION: ???** > **COMPATIBILITY: CONDITIONAL** > **WARNING: IRREVERSIBLE INTEGRATION POSSIBLE**