End Of Bloodline Explained の小説・ストーリー

"Annie's dead." Jessica kept talking. "Yeah, I heard she died of some stomach cancer the same day I had my surgery. Cancer definitely has something to do with genes. Her mom died of it, now she's dead too. How sad. But it works out for us, right? At least she's not in the way anymore…" I raised my hand, wanting to slap her just like before, but my transparent fingers passed right through her face. The next moment, there was a crisp slap. It was Zach.

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

“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.

“And when he spoke?” I swallowed hard. “It got stronger. Like he was pulling it out of me.” He exhaled slowly, his brow furrowing. “Aaron knows more than he’s saying.” “About me?” “About your bloodline,” Edward said. “There have been whispers for years about a line of wolves born with fire in their veins. A bloodline older than the Alphas. It was believed to have died out generations ago.” My stomach turned cold. “And you think I’m—”

The two pupils in Wang Ji's eyes changed color from black to reddish-orange with the shape of a blazing flame. “Brother Zhou, Bloodline is a term for someone who still has the bloodline of a clan. As we know, a group is called a Clan because they share the same bloodline. A Blood Line will allow someone to have certain abilities without going through a training process. Yes, because this ability just flows in their bloodstream.”

Because for the first time, the scattered pieces of the mystery were beginning to fit together. The child. The memories. Alika. Everything was connected. But it wasn’t finished. The ink continued moving. Forming a second sentence. A sentence that made every muscle in Lazriel’s body tighten. “If her memories return first...” His hand gripped the edge of the table. His breathing slowed. Then the final line appeared. “The Blackwell bloodline will end.” Silence consumed the room. No sound. No movement. Only Lazriel staring at the page without blinking.

I never thought it had anything to do with Maliyla, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense; all the bad shit started happening right after she left. It wasn't until I started researching her bloodline that I found the most interesting thing about her. Until that moment, I did not know that a bloodline like hers existed, and I was sure that her parents didn't know. However, it now made sense why her father was such a skilled fighter and why everything started falling apart after she was gone. Maliyla came from the Odulf bloodline. As a result of having a member of the bloodline in the pack, it was said that all aspects of the pack would flourish. Although the books didn't hav

The only difference was that some individuals had descendants who could perpetuate their bloodline, while for others, their bloodline ended with them. Amongst the eight billion people in the world, there had to be bloodlines that could last for millenia or even the final moments of the human race. There were also certain bloodlines that may be cut off in the future—if not already, be it in the second before, the present, or the next instant.

The woman’s face twisted in grief. “Forgive me,” she whispered. A tear fell. The massive silver tree absorbed it, light pulsing outward like a heartbeat. The vision shattered. I gasped as the pressure returned, heavier now, more insistent. THE BLOODLINE ENDS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE AWAKENS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE CHOOSES THROUGH YOU. My thoughts splintered. Faces I didn’t recognize flickered behind my eyes. Voices I’d never heard screamed in languages I somehow understood. Wars. Sacrifices. Promises made to moons that did not forgive.

"How many people walking around with blood who don't know what they are?" Veras expression turned grim. "More than you'd think. The bloodline was never fully destroyed. Just forced into hiding. Some manifested power like you and Mira. Others carried it dormant. Passing it down through generations without knowing." "And the ancient families know this " I said. Pieces were clicking together. "That's why they're attacking now. Because they can feel it. Can feel the bloodline waking up." "Yes " Vera said. She looked at all of us. "The war that ended three centuries ago? Its starting again.. This time there are more players on the board than anyone realizes."