Grand Ancestral Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Instead the question escapes before I can stop it. “Why come here?” Something unexpectedly soft enters his expression then. Not manipulation. Not cruelty. Pride. “To meet my great, great, great, great grand-daughter..” I freeze. “You’re an insane old man. Senile.” A quiet chuckle escapes him. “Possibly. Immortality tends to loosen a few screws eventually.” “I’m serious.” “So am I.” He rises slowly from the chair, movements careful but steady despite his age. “You believe yourself wolf and vampire because those bloodlines remained strongest.” He steps closer into the firelight. “But your lineage stretches much farther than that.”

my name right there at the bottom, connected to others I don’t recognize. “This is your legacy, Your bloodline is more ancient than any other out there, We believe the combination of your fathers bloodline and that of your mother is the most powerful union imaginable and that it that ties directly to the creation of this boundary. Now there are a few generations that have somehow been lost and not recorded, so we can’t be a 100% certain, but we do know the magic that keeps the barrier intact is tied to you and your father.” A chill crawling up my spine. “I don’t understand..”

"My family isn't just old pack they're founding bloodline." Freya stares at her mother blankly. "What does that mean?" Freya asks. "It means my grandmother was a direct descendant of Astrid the Wise," Margaret explains. "One of the original pack founders who established the council system." "Okay," Freya responds slowly. "So we have some old family history and that's what this is about?" "It's not just history," Marcus interjects. "The founding bloodlines carry power and political weight and responsibilities that pass down through generations."

Until now. His eyes opened. Slowly. A smile spread across his face. Not because of the girl's name. Not because of who she was. Because of what she carried. The blood. The old blood. Enough remained that he could feel it. Taste it. Recognize it. The Cantari line. A family that had disappeared before the final war. A bloodline he had never managed to track even in the height of his power. For generations they had hidden. And somehow they had survived.

More like the room it was always capable of being. "What kind of tracking," I say. Bloodline registry cross-referencing, Suki says. He used his council access to pull lineage records from every pack that submitted documentation. Routine record-keeping, technically, nothing that would raise a flag. But the pattern of which records he pulled was not routine. She has a folder open in front of her. Every pack has a documented Volana ancestor in the last two hundred years. Every female descendant. Every territory migration record. She pauses. He built a map. I found a partial copy of it when I was still on the council and I didn't understand what I was looking at. I do now.

"A normal Omega couldn't do that. The crap on the market works on ninety-nine percent of the population. The remaining one percent are the impurities—bloodlines too concentrated to dilute. There are at least three bloodlines running through your veins. At least one of them is likely a direct line to the Ancient Royals. "And if I am?" I stood up. The chair legs screeched against the marble, a sharp whine that pierced my eardrums. I didn't care. I planted both hands on the edge of the dining table, leaning forward, pressing down on him from above. The posture made the bruises on my neck slide out from under the collar—four pale red finger marks stretching from behind my ear down into the depth

“Your mother and I come from an ancient bloodline that has never been tainted with the blood of a lesser lineage. It is an extensive process to marry into our clan." "One must not only be born into the right family, but they must also complete a medical screening, at which time blood is taken and examined for compatibility. Our bloodline enjoys the benefit of being immune to poison. This is the one thing that is scrutinized when the blood is drawn." “We are not allowed to have children with bloodlines that dilute this favor in our blood. Your mother has always been stubborn and refused to get the analysis performed when she started a relationship with your father. Before our parents could fo

"The Codex was on the third shelf from the back wall, left side." "Do you think it's still here?" Denice asked. "If it's not then we'll have to stay to find it" "What's in it?" Valkyrie chimed in. "Everything." Zara stepped over a collapsed shelf. "Bloodline records going back six generations. Hybrids. Curse genealogy. If anyone has written down where these things are coming from, someone in my family collected a reference for it." Valkyrie started clearing a section of floor with her boot, systematic and unhurried. Denice began righting the shelves that were still intact enough to stand, which gave them somewhere to put things as they moved through the wreckage.

"You were always going to find each other. It was built into both of you two hundred years ago." The room is very still. I look at the window. I think about a wrong elevator floor and a wolf that bowed before I saw a face and two years of Thalrion feeling a bond thread pulling toward a source he couldn't locate and I think about six generations of my bloodline being hunted by the very dynasty that created it. I think about what Thalrion is going to say when I tell him. I think about what it means that his ancestor made me. Made my entire bloodline.

Bloodline power was the only vessel that could contain ancestral skills and divine techniques of major families that had ascended to the higher realm. It was unmatched by sacred lands in Southsky, Midland and other regions. Though some founders of sacred land sects succeeded in becoming a celestial, it was essentially not possible to pass down their bloodline's power.