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.”

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.

Croft says slowly. "The channel doesn't. It is not part of the load." Joon-Ho's voice has gone very careful. "Which means the last eighteen per cent is not eighteen per cent of a burden. It is the entire remainder of Veira's connection to the oldest living thing in the Vein, and when it goes, it will go all at once, and there is no evidence whatsoever that it can be given to anybody." Nobody speaks. "So it isn't distributed," Veira says. "It just ends."

“Im not supporting the Rogue Lycans but downgrading the war is just an insult to me.” I still wasn’t getting the point of it. “Im sorry. I didn't mean to offend you but why won't you donate blood to my members.” Her gaze shifts back to me. “Im getting there. The Rogue lycans did not do it out of spite but to draw out hidden lycans of ancient bloodlines who are hiding in packs.” “Im not sure I understand,” I tell her. “Only the blood of a lycan with ancient bloodline can cure the blight..”

" I then played an audio recording. Hannah's voice came out. "Once I give birth to our child safely, I'll make him transfer all his assets under our child's name. Then we'll find a chance to take him mountain climbing overseas. Once he dies, the huge insurance payout plus all his money will be enough for us to spend for the rest of our lives." Adrian chuckled. "You're really something. You're squeezing every last drop of value out of him." The recording ended. I looked at Richard and Marjorie. "You knew about all of this and discussed it together. You're accomplices too."