Genius Of The Unique Lineage Novels & Stories

“Or maybe because I have it, that’s why I know it’s meaningless.” I just gave a soft nod. “But sometimes, it’s the absence that gives things meaning,” I said, “death makes life meaningful. Sadness makes happiness meaningful.” Gerard smiled. “I forgot I was speaking to an art genius.” “I'm not all that.” The smile lingered on my lips. Gerard paused. “Do you think you can’t be a genius because you’re a Recessive?” My body went rigid. “ My IQ test came out, and I was 135. That’s not genius.” Something broke in his voice. “Even with the drugs I created, I had to work with other people. I couldn’t do it all on my own.”

"Before they forgot what they were. Only if bred with intention from the right lines, shaped from birth to know what it is — that is where this becomes something that lasts." The room was very still. "And my bloodline," she said quietly. "Selene Veldra," he said. "Seven generations back. The line thinned after her but it didn't disappear. It rarely does, with blood that strong." He looked at her steadily. "She held four packs together through a succession crisis and a territorial war simultaneously. She did it because she understood what she was carrying and knew how to use it. Her descendants carry the same capacity." He paused. "You carry it. You have simply been in a place that had no use

“Words have weight.” What he didn’t mention was the strange sense of spiritual disturbance he often felt when reading certain texts—particularly the obscure records tied to Isabella’s lineage. He hadn’t yet told her, but his curiosity had led him deep into the archives where he’d discovered vague mentions of a healing lineage—miracle-bearers once shunned by the Church for “gifts too difficult to control.” Gifts like hers. He was beginning to believe Isabella’s abilities weren’t random nor merely miraculous. They were inherited. Ancient. Sacred.

"Nah. I'll choose my own dad. One who's all there in the head." “Chelsea, too!” “And Mom, it's not your fault to give your love to that man. It was him who was crazy.” It fascinates her how Cherish, in particular, acts like she has many experiences living in this world with her always soothing words. She believes Cherish is a genius born once every thousand years. She can't help but wonder how she could have given birth to a genius like her. Moreover, Cherish was born with special powers that have never been recorded.

“Our son is going to have powers that we fail to understand, powers that vampires want.” Axel looked at me in horror. “That can't be possible,” Axel said in horror. “The baby—” “The baby is fine,” I said calmly and held my hands to my belly. “It's a healthy baby and very strong, precisely because of its hybrid lineage.” “That's crazy,” Axel said. “No, crazy is that your lineage really is more powerful than people think,” I said calmly and saw Axel's face contort in surprise. “Your family comes from the old white she-wolf lineage, but the gene has never manifested from generation to generation simply because I wasn't born a woman.”

Those who had publicly insulted Liesel, Xavier, or Elijah were disqualified from participating. Natalie felt her mind spinning. Was this real? Had she lost her grip on reality, or had the world turned upside down? Could Hardin Group have made a mistake with this announcement? How could anyone actually develop an anticancer drug in such a short time? Moreover, Xavier was so young. Those researchers had spent decades without success, so how could he achieve such groundbreaking results so easily? Was this the difference that came down to genetics and intelligence? Just because they were Heather's bloodline, they had excelled to such unimaginable heights. They had reached levels that ordinary pe

'' Hahaha! That's great, that's great. Finally the Whiteman has an heir." The old man was beyond pleased. He only had one son and his stubborn son only gave birth to one son and if things couldn't get any better, that grandson was a loner. He never interacted with people and would prefer to stay locked doing his research. It was always a blessing to have a genius in the family but the old man felt like it was a curse to him. He wanted an heir to the big Whiteman family but no one was suitable to do that. His only hope was Gabriel but he was a socially awkward person who didn't even know how to hit on girls.

He was also intelligent and sharp-witted. This child... it really didn't seem like an ordinary relationship could produce such a remarkable son. They said that if close relatives marry, the offspring would either be a genius or an imbecile. Henry clearly belonged to the genius category. Jessica secretly wondered if they were really cousins. Miss Jessica's face changed unpredictably as she stared at Henry with depth and mystery. She wondered if she should have another child—whether it would be a disabled imbecile or another genius. Having these thoughts, she shook herself. No, they couldn't have another child.

Enrico lost the excitement in his eyes and laughed. "So many? Uncle is truly a genius!" Enrico was feeling even more arrogant. It was difficult to come across natural geniuses, but through his method, he managed to gift the Roberts family with about twenty geniuses, which was crucial for any sick plan the Roberts family might be plotting.

Somehow, his words made sense… “What’s more, Sean is so smart. It’s enough proof that our combined genes bring extraordinary results. Even if the fetuses develop slower than their peers because of your thyroid, I’m sure they won’t fall below average.” It was already very rare and precious for a family to raise a genius. Julian didn’t want for anything else.