Dragon Ball Bloodlines Novels & Stories

They all fell quiet after the mention of Luca’s name. Eventually, Bran broke the silence. “He kept his vow to Augustus. He protected the Kalaloch line until his last dying breath.” A sniffle filtered from the backseat. Ryder glanced in the rear-view mirror to see Clara dabbing tears from her cheeks with a tissue. _____________________ Ari sat in the chair, picking at the dry pieces of skin on his hand, when Bran and Clara walked in. He straightened and peered at them intently as they introduced themselves and offered their hands in greeting. He stood up and shook their hands. Clara went to her daughter's side and took her hand in hers. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw the full extent o

Bellinor asked, confused. "No, there's a big difference; our princess has red and fine gold lines in her irises, giving the illusion of gold orange. The four remaining bloodlines are Orange, the Guild of Valencia; Yellow, the Guild of Blane; Green, the Guild of Bercilak; and Blue, the Guild of Cobalt.” “I see,” Bellinor answered unconfidently, still trying to absorb all the information Draven had just shared with him. He was surprised to have learned this news about his lineage.

"Ohh! I didn't know it would be so useful to you, do you really want to know?; The creature now spoke with a nonchalant attitude seeing Sara's interest had been spiked.. Just talk will you! Lucinda had began to lose her patience, the creature seemed to be enjoying messing with her alot... "Fine I'll help you this once, the key is to kill! The more powerful the kill the better". Wait all I've got to do is kill? "Well yes but know at the-same time, remember to take in precious fruits, like the blood ginseng or anything related to blood, you'll need it". Ohk ma'am! "Oh remember this there are 3 others here that have awakened their bloodline, it would be good if you get a better understanding of

“She’s terrifying!” Hero said. “That doesn’t seem like Zayne! He’s possessed by his father’s spirit!” Dylan exclaimed, earning a smack from Hero. “Damn! Bloodline really makes a difference! Look at him—Gray lineage, the sharpest in business, while Claire’s lineage carries noble blood and excels in combat!” The two fell silent when Zekiel shot them a glare, so they quietly followed him to the hideout. When they arrived, the child reached up to his father.

On the screen stood Dante Bellucci, the man who once tried to bury Matteo under the ruins of Naples now wearing a government insignia on his lapel, his smile sharp as a blade. “Citizens of the world,” Dante’s voice rang out, calm, magnetic, chilling. “We face a threat not of borders, but of bloodlines. The Blood Kingdom has spread beyond control. Its Queen sits on a throne built on corpses and she is raising a weapon.” He paused. The image behind him shifted to a photograph. Luna. Bianca’s breath stopped. “She is not a child,” Dante continued. “She is the next generation of the Blood Line, the one prophesied to enslave mankind through inherited power. The world cannot risk her survival.”

– Lionel Suggs. Aurora’s alarm was set for early dusk of the morning. As tradition compels, * the royal and guardian bloodline train together to ensure seamless locomotion* when defending the system. Olamide Obong sent an internal message to all his children: Kingsley, Ini, Ismael, Aurora and Eya through his bloodline. The bloodline possesses gifts varying across its generation. Amidst Olamide’s children, Aurora possessed the most, across several generation. She possessed the gift of teleportation and the ability to read emotions even when disguised, which came as a result of her mother being of royal blood. A major bone of contention in which the royal court fought against her parent’s enta

she said sternly to the surprise of her parents, who glared at each other. "No Diala, you can't; this is far more dangerous," her mother let out, her sight remedied on her daughter. "No, mother," Diala rebuked, nodding her head, "I have fought far more dangerous wars, and I defeated all my opponents without any stress. Tomorrow, my servants and I will go over to the kingdom of Linerdo, and I will give Robert my word to fight this war with him," she declared, staring at her father.

If the child dies, then Arkenholt dies, all of dragonblood…all of the kingdom will wither away. “Am I going to die?” Elira asked and the room fell silent. “Is my baby going to die?” She turned towards Nireya for explanations. “The child’s blood is mixed, impure, and wicked.” The oracle said one last time, before turning on her heel and exiting the chamber. King Kaelric went after the oracle, Advisor Maevin, and Nireya following behind, leaving Elira alone with her questions and fear-consuming assumptions. “I can't stay here.” She whimpered, her fingers pressed to her quivering lips. “I need to leave,” Hot tears blurred her vision as she scanned around the room, scuttling to the wardrobe and

He generously offered to send his most skilled and fearless fighters on board his formidable battleship, 'Phoenix's Wrath', to bolster our ranks and strengthen our chances of victory. Queen Bithea was by his side, offering her support and assistance in any way we might need. King Raphael's expression turned serious as he asked, "What will you do if they launch a ground assault?" Niklaus let out a hearty laugh, his eyes gleaming with confidence, "That would be a fatal mistake on their part. Not only are we all of Royal Siren bloodline, but my entire kingdom is also of my Bloodline as a Mayan Vampire." The Queen and King exchanged bewildered glances, their faces etched with confusion, as they

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.