Hell House Lineage Novels & Stories

Him countering a spell will drain the little left in him, he might come down with a strong ailment. Shiloh fought side by side with him in those days, she is a healer from the third class, The Riva clan. Shiloh has been giving him cocotions over the years to reduce the possibility of him getting sick, even when Ben was away with his brothers. She didn't know why but when he wanted to leave she decided to follow him. That's why she is here in the castle of the DEVON the great bloodline among all. It's a pity only four of the said bloodline still exists the rest was been wiped out, three hundred years ago in the war.

A few books whispered softly as we passed, their pages fluttering despite the still air. He stopped in front of a sealed cabinet and pressed his hand against it. The lock glowed, then clicked. He pulled out a scroll and unrolled it onto the table. “This,” he said, pointing to a family crest I recognized from the file Dominic had shown me, “is your house. House Ashera. The last direct bloodline of pre-Council royalty. They were feared because of their ability to host dual souls—wolves with two spirits.” “Asena,” I whispered.

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

“No.” “Well, he should. If we stay mated with each other, we’ll be the most hunted creature on the planet.” She pointed out. Quillion’s interest was piqued. “Why?” He asks. “He is from a rare lineage, and I am too.” She remarks. He squinted his eyes, “What do you mean?” “You know Lazarus is old blood, right?” She pointed out. He nods. “I am too.” She declared in certitude. He puffed and then crossed his arms, “How far are you in the lineage?” He asked, expecting she'd be on the 15th in the lineage.

he said, the word heavy and ominous, "they didn't kill the bloodline, they hid it, they moved you into the human world, kept you under wraps, and waited, someone has been playing a long game, Thalia." I turned back to the window, watching the sacred flames in the courtyard, they flickered, dancing in a rhythm that matched the fire still pulsing in my veins, "if we prove the bloodline predates the caste system," I began, my mind racing past the haze of our encounter, "then the inspection—the Cancer classification, all of it—is legally void."

As I finished recounting the series of strange events and my increasingly tumultuous feelings, the counselor leaned forward, steepling her fingers thoughtfully. "On the scale of zero to fucked up, you're definitely past fucked up, but it doesn't seem as simple as a faulty conscience, or lack thereof...." She hummed. "I think I'll suggest a lineage test to start." "What is that supposed to do?" "A lineage test," she explained, "can provide you with a comprehensive understanding of your supernatural heritage. It can reveal your ancestry, the magical gifts you possess, and whether any hidden lineage might explain your unique situation." I mulled over the idea. It felt terrifying, but the though

The subjects he was denied were the ones that would have shown him what the Ashveil power does at its limit — not two witches working together, which you have now discovered, but three. There was a third generation of the bloodline. Older than Vael. Taken before your mother was born. She was the source of the Architect's first methodology — the foundation on which everything he built afterward rests. She is not dead. She is not free. She has been held in a location that is not on any map you currently possess.

"My bloodline allegedly comes from Mahazael, the fallen Prince of the earth element. It is said that his children had the power to shift into all the animals walking on Earth. In time, shifters chose several creatures that became their guides, their earthy inner spirits. With a certain guide, a race was created. My family is one of the purest, just like the Malachious family. Other wolf bloodlines may come from the original shifters' bite. Those have most of my bloodline's strength, but they live and age more like humans." "That's amazing." The words flew out of my mouth. "Then you must truly have known Ash for a long, long time." He chuckled. "I knew him since he and Drystan were kind." I w

“I’m here.” Gerald throws Draven off, blood running down his arm but healing already. “Clone, upgraded, faster healing, you can’t kill me, not without killing the line.” “The line dies with you,” I say. “Then the babies die too,” he says. “Blood law, remember, three Hollow heirs, you, me, Rowan, one has to go for them to live, and it won’t be me.” He lunges for me. Caiden fires. One shot, from the ground, from a soldier’s dropped gun.