Novel & Cerita Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Their clients paid millions for perfect heirs — children with specific bloodlines, specific traits. I learned that night. Matteo likewise had a problem. “I’m completely impotent. No matter how much money I have, no matter how much power, I can’t produce an heir. But you can be of great help.” He said. My DNA was a jackpot. Somewhere in my family history, my bloodline traced back to a seventeenth-century European aristocratic house who were close family friends to the King of England. I never knew until now. To them here, this meant market value.

“This is manipulation.” “Maybe,” I whispered back. “But so were the elders.” The woman heard that. A faint smirk touched her lips. “You feel it, don’t you?” she asked me quietly. “In your own veins.” My heart stuttered. The grandmother’s words echoed in my mind. You carry it too. “That’s impossible,” I said—but it sounded weaker now. The silver-haired woman shook her head gently. “Bloodlines don’t disappear. They bury themselves. They wait.” A sharp cry cut through the air.

"What is coiled inside you is not a curse. It is a power pure and ancient, a power I thought was lost to legend. Child, you carry the blood of the First Wolves. The Ancestor's Bloodline." The Ancestor's Bloodline? The legendary, original bloodline of the werewolf world, said to be powerful enough to elevate a normal Alpha's strength to rival that of an Alpha King. "Shaman, are you saying..." my father was in disbelief. "Sandra has the Ancestor's Bloodline?" "Not just has it, but it is immensely powerful," the shaman nodded. "This power fell dormant because of the trauma of your miscarriage and the subsequent sealing. But it didn't disappear. Instead, it has been quietly gathering strength."

"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?"

“I didn’t hear you.” “I’ve been told I walk quietly.” She smiled. “I suppose working around council members teaches you that.” “I guess.” She glanced toward the shelf. “Bloodlines?” “Oh.” I quickly pulled my hand back. “I was just browsing.” “They’re fascinating.” “Are they?” “Oh, absolutely.” She stepped beside me. “There are families who can trace their lineage back nearly a thousand years.” “Really?” She nodded. “The old bloodlines carried unusual traits.” My heartbeat quickened. “Like what?”

Ivy asked, dread already coiling in her stomach. Farron's expression darkened as he read further. "There was a conflict. Three generations back — the same generation your great-grandmother left the bloodline behind, according to your mother's account. The records here are vague, deliberately so, I suspect, but they mention a 'dispute over bloodline rights' between Ashgrave and the last known concentration of Ashwood wolves." He looked up. "The Ashwood line was considered extinct immediately following that conflict." The pieces settled into place with a cold, sickening clarity.

he asked reasonably. “Well, there’s a problem there. I don’t know. I tried locating your father, but to no avail. And as your mother died years ago, I was at a loss there as well. No one in your immediate family on record—your mother or maternal grandparents, for instance—attended this academy, so I don’t exactly have any record of your bloodline. The only reason many students here know who they are descended from is because of knowledge which has been handed down through generations. Sometimes they can be recognized because of specific abilities that may manifest as they get older. But that’s not always the case,” Blakeney concluded. “If you don’t mind my asking, who’s your divine ancestor?

Professor Olivia turns towards the digital screen and starts drawing something with a digital pen. "The first witch who turned into a shape shifter needed to ensure that progeny of werewolves continued through each generation. As a result she gave birth to five children who carried the werewolf gene. Now known as the five royal werewolf bloodlines. The start of the werewolves." The entire classroom turns at Tessa and me. Great! I wish being a Bloodline legacy felt so good just like it sounded. "You both should know the achievements of your ancestors. The huge battles they won and the way they inspired humans to develop." Professor says in a dreamy tone. Did she date one? Eww.

You are learning and growing. Images flooded my mind again, but this time I could process them without being overwhelmed. I saw my family tree stretching back through generations. I could only see from my great-grandparents down to the Luminar, but I am shocked that they are wolves rather than humans. They are all carrying a trace of ancient grace. For some reason, the images of my parents and grandparents are blurry. I saw my ancestors fighting battles, loving and losing, and persevering through impossible circumstances. And I saw that same determination, that same core of steel, running through every generation until it reached me.

I want nothing more than to smack the smirks off of their faces, but that would require me to get up, and right now, I am comfortable, and I don’t feel like moving. “What do you mean that it is because of Tiernan’s blood line?” I ask. “One of his ancestors is a relative to the first lycans created by your moon goddess. So his bloodline is one of the strongest in existence. Both of your parent's lines are from two of the original vampires that that god created so that is three powerful bloodlines in one little man.” Lennox explains.