Can You Farm Buried Bloodline Novels & Stories

Over the years, his own company had taken loss after loss, and my mother's fortune was the only thing left that gleamed in his eyes. He couldn't kill me outright, but if I married a woman who loved Benjamin and gave birth to an heir, the money would naturally find its way back to them. But Benjamin was no innocent pawn either. Over the years, he'd been groomed to chase rich women—sent abroad like some polished trophy. But he'd been used up. Broken. He'd lost the ability to have children. So they lied. They used lung cancer as a cover. They tricked Sarah into marrying me, betting on an heir.

This was what she had come for, the reason she had braved the dangerous climb and the unsettling legends surrounding this forsaken place. A small bead of blood quickly formed. Caught up in the joy of finally possessing the relic, Riana hardly noticed the sting. Her eyes were drawn to the intricate silver-work, and she appreciated the satisfying weight of the box in her hand. Riana was so focused on the success of her venture, with adrenaline still coursing through her veins, that she didn’t notice the almost imperceptible twitch of the seemingly lifeless man lying beside her. A single drop of her blood had fallen silently during her bonding session with her relic. The blood falling onto the

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.

In the centre stood a low altar carved from a single piece of black granite and on it rested a shallow silver bowl filled with dark water. “This is where the Bloodline Rite was first performed,” she said and rested her fingers on the edge of the altar. “It was never about crowning a queen. It was created to bind unstable bloodlines, to steady heirs born from two rival packs so the child could not be weaponised by either side.” She met my eyes.

I knew he would do a good job, better than I ever could, because Lucas was his brother. Though he was still cold toward me, he eventually took over Hades Corporation because I told him, "Help me one last time for Lucas' sake." I bought Mom a puppy and hosted a wedding for her and her boyfriend, just to make sure she'd be cared for. In secret, I set aside a hefty sum of money enough for her to live out her remaining years in comfort. The demolished land was eventually rebuilt into a residential neighborhood. I settled Lucas' home there and renovated it to the way it looked like when we were together.

They were testing the fences, looking for weakness in the new wolf. "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. It didn't come from Min. Elder Park, Underboss One, set his tea cup down. The sound was deafening. He looked around the room, his gaze heavy with decades of violence. "The bloodline is the law," Park rumbled. "The Chairman chose his heir. The Heir has cleaned the house. If anyone wishes to join Kang in his 'resignation,' speak now." The room went deadly still. Park’s endorsement was the seal of legitimacy.

Rowan was actually considering peace; Matthias had agreed to negotiate. And now it was expertly ruined by someone."There's another thing," Lucien murmured. "During my treatment, the physicians discovered Something. The poison—it was made especially for my lineage. Targeted to be most effective against descendants of King Aldric." Sera's breath caught. "Witchcraft isn't that. Witches are unable to produce specific poisons because they lack sufficient knowledge about vampire bloodlines. "No. But vampires do. Specifically, vampires who've studied our lineage for centuries." Lucien's voice was grim. "The Greythornes." "Cassius.

When I found out about this, I was worried Sheila's soul would come to harass me but, fortunately, nothing of the sort happened. A month later, at a random spot in the wilderness, Mona committed suicide by taking poison while hugging my horribly rotting corpse. When the Langdons found us, it took a lot of effort for them to separate our bodies. My father reburied me, and my soul was finally at peace, which allowed me to vanish along with the wind. It was fortunate that I was not buried with Mona, and even more fortunate that there would never be a next life. I had once passionately chased after pure love, but that love buried me instead. It was enough for me to have lived such a sorrowful li

See. "She comes from a bloodline you all know," Grayson continued, pacing the platform like a showman. "A bloodline that was supposed to be *extinct*. But as you can see, rumors of total eradication were... premature." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Interest sharp as broken glass.

" I asked even though I knew the answer. I was next in line to become the Maester since our Maester did not birth any true born vampires, but still I wanted to know what my dad would say. " He probably thought it was about time you engaged yourself in the affairs of the pride, you're 176 years old now, so you should", he definitely didn't want to point out the obvious. " Yeah right, affairs indeed", I sounded sarcastic as I left his presence. The blood farm was located at the outskirts of Central City, at Pittsburg block. It was an underground facility and a paper company was used to draw people's attention away from the real ongoings in the premises.