Can You Farm Buried Bloodline Novels & Stories

After a brief pause, Saint Darkwind replied, “…It’s a long story, though I have two main reasons. The first is… well, to get stronger, of course. As for the second… You may not believe me, but it’s for the sake of the cultivation realm… I’m sure you already know that after becoming a Domiensch Master, one has to leave a lineage in the secular world. It’s only natural. That aside, when I returned to the secular world a few decades ago, I realized that all my descendants had disappeared. After some digging around, I found that they had all been murdered! Even worse was the fact that they had died from having their bloodline spiritual essence removed!” Bloodline spiritual essence… Gerald had re

Alister chuckled at me, “It’s like a person, who’s your lifetime blood supply.” “What!!” There was something like that!! I never heard about it!! “A lifetime blood supply?? And from only one person!! There’s something like that!!” “Yeah, you can make someone your Blood mate if you like the taste of their blood but it rarely ever happens since it also means you’ll get stuck with them for life and they get stuck with you for life. My wife is mine since she’s a fae but most vampires refuse to get bound like that plus among vampire couples no one would tolerate a third wheel since a vampire can’t be a blood mate and there are some other complications.”

The memory of the Shade resurfaced, the way the darkness had swallowed me whole, the way it had felt alive. My hands trembled. The old man continued, his voice grim. “The Bloodborn were hunted to extinction. The alphas of the past feared them, feared what they could become. The few who survived hid their lineage, their power. They blended in with the rest of the wolves, their blood diluted over generations.” I sucked in a sharp breath. “Then why am I—” “Because some bloodlines cannot be erased,” the old woman said softly. “Yours has awakened.”

His eyes were hollow, like dead pools of water, stripped of their former Alpha pride and fire. He was unshaven, his fur was dull, and he radiated an aura of decay and hopelessness, like an abandoned stray. Adrian’s voice came again, smugly. “That’s what he gets for bullying you! I also seized several of his family’s most important moon-ore mines, just to teach him a lesson about who he messed with.” I couldn’t help but smile. A warmth spread through my chest. It felt so, so good to have family backing me up.

They were taking a living person, injecting them, forcing the mutation, and then immediately draining their blood. They were harvesting zombie blood! Zombie blood was notoriously difficult to extract. Once a person turned, their vessels began to clot, the blood no longer flowing normally. And yet here, these zombies were being used like living blood packs, drained while circulation still barely functioned. This place didn't look like a virus research facility at all. It looked more like a massive zombie farm. Everything here existed for one purpose: to supply the upper levels with raw zombie blood for producing Serum X. Hayley stood there, completely stunned.

But he had been planning this all along. 'Why me?' I asked, the words shaking. 'Why not kill me that night?' He tilted his head. 'Because you are the key. The Lost Bloodline is not a myth, Aria. It’s an equation, and you are the missing variable. Your power isn’t evolution—it’s correction. A return to what we were meant to be before the divide.' I didn’t understand, not fully—but part of me felt it. The ancient pull in my veins, the voice that had whispered in my dreams since I first shifted.

“Whatever he is, it’s already begun.” I didn’t look up. “You think I don’t know that?” She hesitated. “Then what’s your plan? Keep running until the world catches up to you?” I turned to her. “The Grave is the only place old enough to hold him. To teach him or contain him. Whatever this is, it’s tied to the old bloodlines. The ones before the packs.” Her expression flickered. “Those bloodlines are dead.” “Not all,” I said quietly, glancing toward Aria and the boy.

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

Five people around a table being professionally thorough about a catastrophe that is, at its origin, a catastrophe of professional thoroughness. The Vein is explained to the room by Emre, which is how Sebastien has mentally named the man in the corner chair, because that's the name he signed the registration form with when the Folklore network confirmed he'd agreed to come. He explains it with the brisk clarity of someone who has explained it before, who knows which details are important and which are rabbit holes. The five bloodlines. The resonance architecture. The conduit function. The degradation timeline. He is selective here too, Sebastien can feel it, the specific quality of someone m