Buried Bloodline Drop Rate Novels & Stories

, “Looks like you have everything figured out, except how exactly are you going to kill Callox,” “Usually, I would have just killed him in his sleep, but I need to dry him of his blood and then kill him,” “Wait, what?”, “A mortal bloodline doesn’t end because he’s dead. Yes, he may be unable to procreate or be alive, but his soul will still be connected to the bloodline. By drying him off his blood while he is alive, I will break the bond of his soul with his blood, and I’ll give him new blood and then kill him.”

He might be buried here forever and no one could help him because the strongest cultivation that could come to the lower realm is only at the primary grade Of the Spirits Celestial cultivation realm which equals to the weakest elder of The Blood Demon sect. "That Origin God Blood is very Magical; I never thought that the treasure like this is born in this lower realm. Elder, do you know where and how this princess got her hand on this great treasure?" The other black cloth men praised and asked the elder about the blood. "Um.. according to the information I got. This Blood princess marries the man that has this blood in his vein, and she gets it from him as a dowry." Every black cloth man la

After the pheromones that had been suppressed in my body for three years began to leak out, drip by drip. "You think I'm..." "Your pheromones punched through the suppressants." He cut me off, his voice low and straining, every word forced out from deep in his throat. "A normal Omega couldn't do that. The crap on the market works on ninety-nine percent of the population. The remaining one percent are the impurities—bloodlines too concentrated to dilute. There are at least three bloodlines running through your veins. At least one of them is likely a direct line to the Ancient Royals.

Another impossible ability. Another piece finally fitting together. The book continued. Page after page. Bloodline after bloodline. Wind. Stone. Water. Metal. Dream walking. Nature affinity. Empathic bonds. Some gifts had become common. Others had almost disappeared. Then... A section marked with faded black ink appeared. Lost Bloodlines Chaos immediately leaned closer. "I don't remember those." Neither did Order. The first entry made my heart skip. Space Shifters The page described an extinct—or supposedly extinct—bloodline capable of folding reality itself.

Through the crowd, I saw Richard lurking in the building’s shadow. No surprise there. He never could support the household with his wages before; I’d been paying for everything, giving them a good life. Of course, he wouldn’t let a cash cow like me go. Without his planning, Vanessa wouldn’t have dared do this. Vanessa tugged my sleeve again. “Hurry. Give me some money. I’m not asking for much—just two million. Give me two million, and I promise I won’t trouble you again.” “Really shooting for the stars, huh?” I muttered.

I reached for him—and the moment our fingers touched, the bond ignited. Power screamed through us both. I saw flashes—his memories, my memories, our lives overlapping. His birth under an eclipse. My first shift beneath the blood moon. His coronation, my rebellion. The prophecy whispered through generations. Two halves of one soul. But then something else emerged—an image buried deep within him. A throne made of bone. And a crown of light resting on it. Empty. Waiting. The bond wanted to fill it. The realization made me freeze. The bond wasn’t just linking us—it was choosing one of us to ascend. To become the vessel for the First Blood.

“But only if you inject your blood. Not just any blood. Your blood—after you’ve made peace with both legacies. That’s why the clone failed. She had your DNA but none of your choices.” Chaewon held the device like it burned. “Then I have to make the choice now.” __Mount Baekdu__ The wind howled through the sacred grounds of the ancient mountain. Snow whirled across the plateau like whispers of ghosts. Jian and Chaewon stood before the hidden entrance—two massive obsidian doors marked with the Bloodline seals. Chaewon placed her hand on the center glyph. Her pulse surged, the door hissed and opened. Inside the Vault: Walls lined with golden data canisters. Books bound in human skin. Contracts

Something in my chest that has been in one position for eleven days shifts. "Vienna reported in this morning." He crosses to my desk. Sets down a single printed page with the deliberate care of someone who has thought carefully about how to deliver something. "Prague went dark yesterday. Lisbon haven't responded to three separate messages." He pauses. His voice doesn't change — he's too good for that — but something behind his eyes does. "The degradation pattern is consistent across all five bloodlines. Starts eleven days ago. Simultaneously." Another pause. "To the hour."

“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.”

"Then how will we get the Solar Flame? You said Royal blood is needed." Sebastian stepped forward, his ancient eyes thoughtful. "There may be another way. Jacob and Mateo are from your father’s paternal bloodline, and half of the four royal bloodlines came from your mother, who would have had the other two.” Uncle Mateo looked stunned. "Are you suggesting that I might carry enough Royal blood to activate the artifacts?" "It's possible," Sebastian acknowledged. "Diluted through generations, but present. The Graystone line married into the Royal bloodlines multiple times throughout history."