Cold Bloodedness The First Descendant Novels & Stories

At its center stood a man surrounded by wolves. His hair was black. His eyes were silver. One hand rested on the head of a small child. Above them… The moon burned brighter than the sun. Elias slowly approached. His hands trembled. "I don't believe this..." Dominic frowned. "What?" The Keeper pointed toward the inscription beneath the carving. "It's the original prophecy." Savannah stepped closer. "Can you read it?" Elias swallowed. Slowly... He began translating. "When the First Blood sleeps..." "...the valley shall mourn."

I see dead bodies on the ground but some are still hanging on to their lives. I begin feeling guilty but I instantly block the feeling. Dylan and his men are taking out the warriors so they won't come for me. Now, where is the alpha that killed my parents? I spot him trying to run away and I walk towards him like a predator who has found her prey. Dead bodies surround us but that does not make me stop. " April ! please, I'm sorry! " he pleads. " oh, so now you are sorry? " well he ain't seen nothing yet.

It was about to begin. As he took his first step out onto the snow, anger rushed through Aurora’s body like a wild fire. The demon had taken everything from her and now he was in her world. Searing heat spread through her veins - more than determination, more than resolve. It was power. Her pupils dilated and her eyes became completely red as the force of generations of Scythian warriors and strigoi rushed through her. She was the chosen one, the first descendant. It was time to fight. She threw back her head, opened her arms, and called upon the ravens of the forest. Immediately hundreds of blackbirds rose from the branches casting a dark shadow out across the field. Aurora watched anxiousl

I didn’t want to die. “And before you ask, I had been in search of someone unique and I realised that you were the one. You’re the direct descendant of your great grandfather. Which makes you perfect for the plan. Genius isn’t it?” How was it genius when I wasn’t about to be the only person un-alive? My father was still in shock at this time. And he looked quite defeated like he had exhausted all this options to our survival. My survival. Freya resumed setting up her things for the spell and then she walked to me and untied me from the pole. She then set up the pit on fire, the flames rising like they had something fuelling them.

From the base of the cliffs, the earth tore open. A massive figure rose taller than trees, its skin carved from obsidian, veins glowing with molten runes. It had no eyes. No mouth. Just a jagged crest and the symbol of the First Pact carved into its chest. The Stoneblood. Born when the world was still cooling. Created to enforce balance when the gods failed. A weapon locked away after the first extinction. The Reclamation raised its hand in reverence. “The wolves were given the gift. You broke it. Now the gift is taken.”

People of ordinary appearance, but with eyes that said more than words. Rodrigo introduced her to the Council of Elders. They gathered that same night in a clearing around a bonfire. And there, Elisa heard the story she was part of without knowing it. “You are a direct descendant of one of the three remaining white bloodlines. Children of the Moon. The first generation was marked by a blessing and a curse. The gifts of the Moon made them too powerful... so they were hunted.” She remembered listening to everything with skepticism at first. But the more they talked, the more Laya stirred inside her, as if she had finally found her place.

He shook his head, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Because you carry my blood.” The silence that followed was deafening. “I…what?” he stammered. I allowed myself a thin smile, a sliver of amusement in this grim place. “You are a distant descendant of my line. My blood flows through your veins, diluted but potent enough to tether you to me. It is why the relics call to you. Why the darkness bends to your will, even if you do not understand it.” “No,” he whispered, shaking his head. “That’s impossible. I’m—”

I asked, my voice quivering as I unconsciously made direct eye contact with Vincent. “We don’t know. We don’t have to!” Karima’s eyes darted around the room, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. “Stop it,” she hissed, her voice barely more than a breath. “You don’t know who’s listening… we shouldn’t even be talking about this.” Vincent’s gaze flicked between Karima and me, his expression unreadable but cautious. “No one knows the exact details, but rumors say he was the first and only weak blood to have activated his immortality genes, so they call him the First,” he said, holding my gaze, his every word burying like a corpse in my chest.

He let out his breath as he waited for her answer. She nodded, colour blushing her cheeks. "After reading the histories, I started to suspect it was possible but I wasn't sure so I didn't say anything right away. The more I listened to your conversation with Ana, the more time I had to think about, and the more it made sense. Caleb, the Vampire Queens are direct descendants from the Genesis beings. They are the original Vârcolac, the ones who were imprinted with the genetic key. This is why they were the only Vampires who could give birth. Anakatrine's mother gave birth to both Gard and Ana, and I have been gifted that genetic key. That's why I was crying earlier, not because I was afraid to

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"