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Ever since she arrived at Blackthorn, it hadn’t appeared and she would have preferred it that way, but now, she feared it won’t always be like that anymore. On her arm, she saw the lines again, like vines twisting and circling. It moved on its own and it had a glow of its own—a faint one. She raised her arm and watched it closely, not understanding what it was and why it chose her out of the billions of people alive. Or could it be that she wasn’t the only one? Like how she discovered that there are vampires and wolves in the school, could there be more out there? Even from her other school?

It was one of his laws that stayed in place for over hundreds of years. He was trying his best to not show the emotion, he cared for her but he also knew Lazarus hadn’t even thought about his Eldest’s match yet because he wanted her to learn more once she changed, if she did. Lazarus came to him a couple years ago begging to give the girls their freedom in which he denied it to him due to the fact his Bloodline, the Gene print was extremely strong in both of his girls. Meaning they were not going to get lucky to just being human so he made Lazarus force the girls to go to Bloodred to be watched.

“The prophecy also spoke of other things which are of a second bloodline. A twin line. One that in an unimaginable way, mirrors yours... but this time, with darkness instead of light.” Kale’s brows furrowed, totally confused. “What exactly does that mean?” “It simply means that your blood, as has been registered in your head, isn’t the only one being sought,” Maester Kyn said gravely. “And unfortunately, if that twin line happens to be awakened before Serena fulfills her role, everything will fall apart.” My chest tightened on hearing that. “Who exactly holds that blood?” Kyn hesitated, like he was unsure of what to say. “That… we don’t know. But there are whispers… that it might be someone

"I’ve confirmed it, Mrs. Ashford. Twenty years ago, Mr. Ashford fathered a daughter with a woman from the countryside. I collected hair samples from their home. The DNA test is underway." I looked at Adrian’s still-handsome face and felt nothing but disgust. He clutched my arm, frantic. "Please, help Serena. You owe her your gratitude. She saved my life! And besides, she’s your daughter." I had just brought Lila home from the hospital, yet he couldn’t spare a glance at his real child. Every word from his mouth was about Serena. I pulled out Lila’s scans to show him. He knocked them from my hands.

But he had been planning this all along. 'Why me?' I asked, the words shaking. 'Why not kill me that night?' He tilted his head. 'Because you are the key. The Lost Bloodline is not a myth, Aria. It’s an equation, and you are the missing variable. Your power isn’t evolution—it’s correction. A return to what we were meant to be before the divide.' I didn’t understand, not fully—but part of me felt it. The ancient pull in my veins, the voice that had whispered in my dreams since I first shifted.

Bienley smiled at their sons and stared at Justin. "Can you imagine that Justin? You can have a child with Cullen and Dalton's blood...yours and Zack's blood. The dream I wanted to have is given to you. You will carry Zack's child inside your body...that child will grow inside you until you can bring him/her out of the world. You will watch Zack's child grow and you will hear and feel the heartbeat that would eternally bind you and Zack for a lifetime" Bienley continued to explain.

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Damon’s voice cut in sharply. “He is an infant.” Cassian chuckled. “Not exactly.” A chill crawled along my spine. “What are you saying?” I asked quietly. Cassian paused. Then he spoke slowly. “This child carries two bloodlines that have been enemies for generations.” My mind froze. “What?” Lucian went completely still. Damon sounded furious. “You are lying.” Cassian ignored him. “The Vale bloodline,” he continued calmly, “and the Hale Alpha line.” My breathing hitched.

It is an undeniable fact that the descendants of noble bloodlines are more likely to become professionals. Bloodline mages are the best example of this. As long as they awaken their talents, they can become mages and advance over the years. The founders of the great kingdoms and duchies on the continent can all be traced back to the bloodline of the sons and daughters of the gods, collectively known as the Divine Bloodline, and only the Divine Bloodline has the right to found a country.