Hell House Lineage 소설 & 이야기

“It’s because of your bloodline, you real one.” I stared at the book, my heart thudding. “Your father.” “He wasn’t just a descendant of the moon goddess,” Helena said softly, “he was a direct descendant of the Primordials. The first spellweavers were born from the world’s raw magic not shaped by it, like the rest of us.” I felt cold and hot at once, “is that what you were hiding? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” “Because we didn’t know for sure if you inherited it,” she said. “Your records were destroyed. Someone hid every trace of your past, even your father couldn’t find the truth.”

They were testing the fences, looking for weakness in the new wolf. "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. It didn't come from Min. Elder Park, Underboss One, set his tea cup down. The sound was deafening. He looked around the room, his gaze heavy with decades of violence. "The bloodline is the law," Park rumbled. "The Chairman chose his heir. The Heir has cleaned the house. If anyone wishes to join Kang in his 'resignation,' speak now." The room went deadly still. Park’s endorsement was the seal of legitimacy.

VIRELLI. CROSS. UNKNOWN. I stared at the final word. “Unknown?” Caleb’s face went pale. “Yes.” “What family is the fourth?” He looked at me. “We’ve been searching for them for decades.” The machine suddenly displayed another message. FOURTH BLOODLINE DETECTED. Then a name appeared. SERAPHINA VALE. I stepped backward. “That doesn’t make sense.” Caleb shook his head. “It does.” “How?” His eyes filled with fear. “Because the fourth bloodline isn’t a family anymore.” He pointed at me. “It’s inside you.”

I didn’t miss the way his face scrunched when he spoke and I realized he knew already. “Emotionally….” Remi starts but my dad finishes for him. “Shaking. I was certainly not expecting how pristine things would be inside the pack house. It’s a blessing to walk back in like things haven’t changed, but also a curse.” “We all felt similar when we returned, whether it was sooner after or just recently. Some of our homes were burned down, some of us came into a time capsule,” Joal said. “Out of curiosity, do any of you know why our packhouse is still standing?” Remi asked.

“No, dad, it’s just well, can you give me a heads-up next time?” “What? Oh yeah, sure. I have to go sweetheart. I need to finalize the plans for security at their party. I will see you tonight. I love you.” He hung up without giving me a chance to speak. I pressed end on my phone. I heard the bell again. I walked out front to see Darren coming in. “Hey, how’s the nose?” he asked. Darren and I had been friends for a long time. “It’s broken, thanks to the Hell twins and Sheila.” I didn’t bother to hide my anger despite them being one room away.

“Because it already disappeared? Recently? And the mark, is it like the roots of a tree?” Julianne blinked immediately. “H-how did you know that?” Maximus sighed and said, “Cassian.” Julianne looked confused. What has he got to do with this? She thought. “After you left yesterday, I went to see Cassian but he was already in a bad state. Those root-like lines were forming up his arm and up to his neck and it made him deteriorate. Fortunately for him, we were able to stop the line from moving further up his neck, but it is still latching onto his arm and won’t go. At first, we thought it was poison, but it is something we are not yet sure of. The only person that could tell us is you, but turn

"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

Kaelis, they’re not managing wolf-kind from outside. One last message. They ARE wolf-kind. The top of it. The origin. Everything descends from them. Everything ranked and structured flows back to that single source. I stood there with the folder and the phone, thinking only of the circle with the line through it. Erasure. Then the final message came. And your bloodline is the only one that doesn’t. The line went dead. Not just silence, the number disconnected, gone before I could even answer, ask the question forming in my mind.

"Sleeping blood. Ember blood, buried in your line since your grandmother survived the fire. It said the ritual in the valley rang a bell loud enough for every hidden bloodline in these mountains to hear." "Every hidden bloodline," one of the healers repeats, horror dawning slow and cold across her face. "How many people in this fortress alone might carry blood like that and never know it. How many in Shadow Claw. In Ashveil. In every pack that fought alongside the Ember Wolves or against them twenty six years ago and just happened to survive with a few drops of that blood buried somewhere in their line." Nobody answers her, because nobody has an answer that isn't terrifying.

I looked over at her, and as always, she wore that imperceptivable smile of hers. 'What they hell was they talking about?' I asked Halo. 'I dunno.' She said. "I knew the line because I could see them." What line? "What do you mean by that?" Stephanie questioned. "I can see your lineage clear as day, and it does not include Tori nor her children, yet they are all connected. Luckily, Divine rembered the scent of someone from her past. It's Lune's scent that lingers in their blood. But you, Stephanie... you smell of Lila. Her history and lineage flows through you."