Destiny 2 Buried Bloodline の小説・ストーリー

Aria sat in her room surrounded by ancient books. Couldn't sleep. Hadn't slept in two days. Just reading. Learning. Hating every word. The texts were detailed. Too detailed. Clinical descriptions of how Lunas were created. Bred like cattle. Bloodlines tracked for millennia. All are to produce specific traits. Specific powers. Specific weapons. Her mother wasn't just her mother. She was Generation 247 of Bloodline Alpha-7. Designed to carry maximum lunar energy. Maximum shadow manipulation. Maximum—

“She’s good for him and he’s good for her.” “Just tell Arya not to call me ‘daddy’,” Hudson said. “Fuck, Hudson,” Gage said, but his lips curled up in a smile. The conversation turned back to the Chinese, their locations, safe houses that we’d discovered and their main source of income, which were drugs. Between Wrath and Hamil, they’d gotten us a shitload of information we needed to work through. We would strike back, here in the city, in Briarwood and the surrounding areas and anywhere else they tried to hide. We were going to eliminate an entire bloodline, like Dominic had done with the Italian Mafia 23 years earlier.

But now, in this quiet room surrounded by forgotten truths, she couldn’t keep pretending. The dreams were becoming real. And so were the warnings in them. She pulled the book from the shelf and opened it carefully. The pages were delicate, handwritten in thick, swirling script. > “The Noctem line was cursed by the Ancients for defying the pact of blood. Their heir will either destroy them or save the last of their kind. But only if the bond is complete.” Bond. That word again. She didn’t know what it meant—but somehow, it was tied to her. She could feel it in her skin, in her thoughts, in the way her pulse reacted whenever she thought of Lucien.

“Tell us about the second dagger.” She smiled, tired and bitter. “It is real. Hidden in the ruins south of the stone circle. But it needs cursed blood willingly spilled to wake. One of you has to bleed for it on purpose. Then it can cut the bond clean. No more pull. No more risk of burning each other alive when the power peaks.” I felt the faint tug she described, a distant ache in the bond that hadn’t been there yesterday. Milrac felt it too. He crushed the doubt before it could spread and sent me a steady pulse in return.

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

I found myself twirling whimsically, throwing my head from one car to the other until I pointed toward it, "Take that one?" Bob's face widened in awe. This was the first time I'll be asking him to take me out in the Bugatti Chiron ever since it was purchased. Bob was my driver. Not specifically mine, he was Zoe's most trusted driver. I couldn't let him go after she passed away.

That image was evidence of Bloodline Manifestation. Bloodline Manifestation was not a skill or power per se; it was a force. It was a force that was born from the bloodline of a Beastman and it only appeared in Beastmen carrying a high level of their ancestor’s bloodline. It was similar to aura in the sense that not everyone could use it; however, unlike aura the determining factor for using Bloodline Manifestation was not luck, but bloodline purity. Bloodline Manifestation had many uses, but the most prominent one was Suppression. That was the ability Kylie had subconsciously used against Aiden. Suppression was just as it’s name implied. It forced one to bow before a possessor of a Bloodlin

“We advance the timetable. Dusk, not night.” Damien saluted. “I’ll reposition squads.” Eamon took Alara aside beneath the shade of an overhang. “There is one more technique you should grasp,” he said quietly. “Bloodline resonance. It draws on ancestral memory in your magic. Dangerous, tiring—but potent.” Alara’s mouth went dry. “Show me.” He pricked her index finger with a tiny obsidian shard, then his own, pressing their cuts to the crystal she’d charged earlier. “Focus on the threads running backward through you—mother, father, the Whiteleaf roots. Let their strengths surface, but do not drown in them.”