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Eve's POV The fifth faction was called the Bloodline Council. They were the oldest faction in the Conclave. Older than the Military faction. Older than the Merchant faction. Older than everything except the Conclave itself. They represented the ancient supernatural bloodlines, the families that had been part of the supernatural world since before anyone had started writing things down. Vampires who had seen empires rise and fall. Witch lineages that predated the Conclave by centuries. Shifter clans whose histories went back further than most recorded supernatural law.

I asked, remembering what she'd said earlier. “The truth is, the reason why those beasts needed my bloodline cultivation manuals, back then, was because they knew that I was the last surviving bloodline of the Royal Euphenic Blood. My ancestors were all from the Royal Euphenic Blood, and as such, there's little wonder that we have cultivation manuals that'd help us to unleash the full ability of our bloodline. These manuals are used in channeling our mind and spirit in such a way that we, as cultivators, could possess outstanding might and prowess.

"Okay, that's an exaggeration. According to the Shawnee Arinniti, the Ishara/Vranus line passes along the Y-chromosome." "How that translates to my daughters having the Ishara bloodline...Shawnee smiled at me and said it would happen, by the Will of the Ancestors," I looked them over. They weren't born Amazons so they didn't bob their heads in blind acceptance. "Yeah, me to," I acknowledged their cynicism.

I watched with a combination of love and confusion as he deftly pushed it away to reveal his blue-green eyes, stern with revelations. “Olivia,” he continued, “the Ancient Wolf is from a long, meandering bloodline. All of us have droplets of the first Ancient Wolf’s blood in us; it’s how we became who we are, after all. But some people have… more of it. For some, the bloodline is more direct.” “So you’re saying…” Nathan nodded. “It’s very likely that you’re a direct descendant of the Ancient Wolf. What do you know about your lineage?”

Like finding something she had suspected might be there. "Your blood carries an old lineage," she said. "Older than Moonlight Pack. Older than most of the bloodlines still walking. You have healer blood — not ordinary healer blood, but the first kind. The kind that was common before the packs fractured and the old families scattered." She paused. "Someone in your direct line was divine." The room was very quiet.

“The elders you fought were only one faction. A very old one, but… limited.” Jake leaned against the wall. “And your council?” “We oversee balance among supernatural groups across the world.” Alex raised an eyebrow. “So what does that have to do with my kids?” Vale looked toward Finn and Liam, who were now trying to stack hockey pucks like building blocks. “The twins carry a rare bloodline.” Mara spoke quietly. “It’s not just vampire.” Alex felt a chill. “What do you mean?” The Truth About the Bloodline Vale placed a small metal device on the table. A soft projection appeared above it—an image of glowing symbols arranged in a complex pattern.

"But here's the thing. Laurent Montclair was my ancestor. Great-great-great grandfather. Direct bloodline." My breath caught. "You're descended from one of Julian's previous victims." "And not just one. Found three others in these journals. All ancestors. All Alphas. All destroyed by Julian or his interference." He closed the book. "It's not random Lena. He's been targeting my bloodline for centuries. Systematically destroying it. And I'm the last one left." I stood up. Paced to the other side of the small room. Mind racing. Trying to piece it together. "But why? What did your bloodline do to him?"

They were previously seven in number but reduced to five. There’s Tina—Andrew’s venomous girlfriend. Dave—his ever-loyal best friend. Frederick— the quiet brute. Ava—don’t let the smile fool you. She’s cold. They’re all always together and always bullying like they have nothing better to do with their lives. The Bloodline had existed for seven generations in this school. With each generation came a new heir, a new group of successors destined to carry on the legacy. Cilia and I? We were heirs too—by blood. But when our older siblings left, we were automatically removed from the heir.

he said in a low voice. She nodded. “It wasn’t just a call.” He swung his legs off the bed, now fully alert. “Then what was it?” Aria pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the echo still resonating through her bones. “A gathering,” she replied. “Of blood.” Rowan froze. “Bloodlines?” “Yes.” The word felt heavy on her tongue. Selene had mentioned it only once—ancient families connected not by land, but by power bestowed directly from the Moon. Most had been wiped out.