Final Destination Bloodlines Novels & Stories

I was baffled and I started to read what was written on the pages that were marked with my picture. There will be a time, centuries away from now. My bloodline will end and my people will be facing demise and an extreme state of adversity. Only then my bravest son will find his mate and continue my legacy. The night of the blood moon that will fall after the series of many lunar eclipses, will be the night when he will claim his mate and rise above the peasants. Humanity will fall apart and new world order will begin.

"Get to it. I don't have all day to watch you die." "I don't like the new terms in the blood-contract," Eduardo said, tapping the paper. "I didn't know a dying man cared about fine print." Eduardo ignored him, his eyes boring into Lanka. "You struck the lineage clause, Santiago. For this merger to hold, the bloodlines must fuse. It needs to be permanent. Don't you want an heir to the Rivera-Cruz empire, Lanka?" Lanka felt the air leave the room. "I—what?"

I feel peaceful and happy. Chen flipped the next page. 'Bloodlines... they are a heritage present in every living being— beast, plant, or human. Bloodlines do not mean the blood flowing within one's body. It is a complete heritage. A bloodline births a martial soul, innate talent, and physically unique qualities. So, a bloodline can only be recorded by measuring the mentioned areas of interest. This is the only thing a person needs to know about bloodlines.' The definition was written in the middle of the yellowed parchment and there was nothing else.

“I know it sounds crazy… but believe me, it’s true.” I’m watching her carefully now. Reading the tension in her shoulders, the stillness in her stance. She’s not spitballing. She’s not guessing. She’s thought about this—probably over and over again, turning it around in her head until it made enough sense to say out loud. “We’ve been researching,” she continues. “Trying to figure out which of the bloodlines I came from. We came from.” That part catches in my chest. We. “We dug through what we could find—old records, pack stories, bloodline traits. Physical markers. Based on our features, and a few... other things, we had speculations that it might be the Darvosi family.”

“They’ve been building toward this for thirty years. Your victory over Prime accelerated the timeline.” Jamie stares at him. “How many bloodlines.” “Three thousand four hundred and twelve. Based on the database you stole from headquarters.” Cael’s voice is flat. “They have their own copy. More complete than yours. Every name. Every location. Every dormant carrier who doesn’t even know what they are.” “When?” “Sixty days. Maybe less.” He nods at the drive. “The planning documents are on there. Dates. Coordinated strike teams. Everything.” The room is very quiet. “Why should I believe any of this,” Jamie says.

I said. The road went quiet. “Can it be undone?” Rhydian asked. I thought about the woman in white, the land at confluence, still and warm now, Tomas’s grandmother, Zevran’s father, the wolves at the boundary with tears drying and something lost returned. “No,” I said. “The return’s permanent. You can’t take back what’s been given. The bond’s set.” I looked at him. “But Carrier Two’s mark, it’s new. Active. If anyone knows bloodline engineering and gets hold of that…..”

She then gave it to him too, his brows furrowed in apprehension. “What's it babe?” I asked curiously. “War is coming, we should be ready.” “So we'd go now.” Anita said, pulling Martha out of the office. “What did they steal, Kael?” His blood shot eyes peered at me. “The Bloodline scroll.” “What's that?” He heaved a sigh of worry and said. “It's a powerful and ancient scroll that was used to find the direct lineage of any wolf alive. All that is needed is blood.”

I was trapped in the past, buried in these damn history books like I was trying to dig up my own answers from centuries ago. My fingers flipped another fragile page, the parchment delicate beneath my touch. The text was faded in some areas, but the heading caught my eye: The Blood Legacy of the Bluestone Alpha Line. I leaned in, my eyes scanning every word like it might tell me something new. I’d already pieced together most of it from Ava, Christian, and Tyler over the past few days. But hearing it from their lips wasn’t the same as reading it with my own eyes. The Second Life Gene.

The dry notation of a man cataloguing a subject. The subject was the golden bloodline. Ava read over his shoulder. Page by page the entries filled in — carrier locations, activation events, failed manifestations, bloodlines that emerged and were suppressed before they developed. Generation after generation, tracked with the patience of someone who understood that what they were waiting for might take a very long time. The writing became more focused as the years advanced. *The Sterling line is the strongest candidate in three generations. The omega born to the Evergreen keeper carries the full inheritance. Waiting for maturity. Waiting for the correct pairing.*