Genius Of Unique Lineage Novel Novelas e Histórias

“Come on then, get on with it while the beer’s still cold and the food’s still warm.” “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Kai St. Claire, the son of our protector, Kiran Sinclair, and as our luck would have it, he has the same protector’s blood as his father!” Conall announced loudly, and the crowd clapped and whistled at his announcement.

Suddenly, Caspian commented, “Jessica, do you know that what you just said ignored a fact that was enough to influence the outcome of the match." "What is it?" Jessica hurriedly asked. Caspian laughed. "Ha! It's straightforward. We all know that Solana has endurance and willpower far beyond ordinary people. Unfortunately, these two qualities make people overlook one thing, and that's— she's also a genius! The genius that caused sects to fight over her!"

"Long Hu!" "Why, are you angry? It's all your fault for not caring about your own descendants, now it's all clear that my nephew is not trash! He's even a rare genius. Hahahaha. You guys really make me laugh with your views." Long Hu was clearly laughing at all of them for being short-sighted. Just because their family had no pure blood, they were even willing to throw it away. But when their descendant turned out to be a genius, regret and hope to pull him back were clearly written on their foreheads. "You!"

The word alone made my lungs seize. "He wanted to start a new lineage. A new genetic line. With me." My lips trembled violently now, my whole body beginning to shake. "Because I was different," I whispered, venom and grief coiled together in every syllable. "Abnormal, and I was the only one like me." A sharp intake of breath came from beside me, but Sargis still didn't speak. He just gripped my hand tighter. "He said I was the key to evolution. That the gods had made me special for him." My jaw clenched, bile scorching the back of my throat. "So day after day... he took what he thought was his."

“Okay. So why can't I not read your mind?” “Because I'm freaking awesome and powerful!” “Whatever!” She went to the bed and sat there like a robot. Her brain was lost in the lull of Andrew's command. "To answer your questions, you died because... um, your grandfather's blood has changed the genome of your DNA; it was like you've been crushed inside out as the structure of your DNA changes. His blood had opened the ancient lineage in you that lay dormant for years. And now you are not only a vampire but something else, like a seer."

I asked, the image drawing my curiosity as my fingers delicately traced over it. "The Elysian Line," Shane replied simply. I began to read an excerpt from the book out loud for the benefit of everyone in the room. The title at the top of the page was as Shane had said, 'The Elysian Line'. "The Elysian Line, a distinguished lineage within the werewolf community, was renowned for its unique hereditary gift of clairvoyance. The women of this line, often referred to as Seers, possessed the extraordinary ability to perceive visions beyond the ordinary spectrum of the living. Their talents allowed them to traverse the metaphysical veil, granting them glimpses into events and knowledge inaccessible

“I’m the child of a sinister crime.” At his words, my eyes grow wide while I realize what it is that he is saying. “I don’t know if you know it, but our bloodline is special.” “Special,” I repeat. “What’s so special about it?” Growing quiet, I wait as Gil examines my face, as if he can find some sign of my pretending to not know anything. I mean, I was, but I wasn’t. There was nothing special about what I was capable of doing or what could happen if I lost control.

"What are you talking about?" Jonathan folded his arms. "The Adams bloodline." The room immediately became attentive. "Some members possess unusual gifts." I frowned and he continued. "Enhanced intuition, premonitions and visions." Celina stared as Jonathan nodded toward her. "Rare, but not unheard of." Realization slowly dawned across her face. "You think my visions came from your bloodline?" "I know they did." And then Fiona practically bounced in her seat. "Wait." She pointed at Celina. "You mean your prophetic visions are hereditary?"

“That’s Adrian’s specialty. Emotional foreplay with no follow-through.” Elara smirked. “You’re brutal.” “I’m efficient.” They stood in silence for a moment, the city humming below. Elara felt calmer than she had all day, not because things were resolved, but because they were no longer pretending to be simple. “I don’t like that Cassian knows so much,” Elara said finally. Serena hummed. “He knows more than he shares. That’s the family curse.” “That doesn’t help.” “No,” Serena agreed. “But it explains why he doesn’t lie.”

He now knew what it meant to cry without tears. There were many geniuses who had wondered about the very same thing. This little boy was not the first. But he was definitely the first to voice it out loud. Most of these geniuses were from prominent families and had been well educated since they were young. Their families had already informed them that it was a no go area. They were not like this little boy who was not of a noble family. "I am sorry. I cannot answer this question either. Can you ask another?" Mr. Aikens cursed his unlucky stars as he wondered whether he had done anything wrong lately. First, a terrifying killing intent appears from nowhere and locks unto him.