Hitler Bloodline Novels & Stories

"But why? What was so special about their bloodlines that it would lead to destruction?" Uncle Martin took a deep breath, preparing himself to reveal more. "Your father belonged to the Ansel bloodline, known for their incredible strength and resilience as werewolves. And your mother, she was from the ancient and powerful Niklaus Mikaelson family, with a bloodline that traced back over a thousand years. The combination of their bloodlines was believed to hold tremendous power, but also great danger. It was said that if two descendants of Ansel and Niklaus Mikaelson came together, it would unleash a destructive force that could bring chaos and devastation." Samaria leaned in, her eyes filled w

The Volkovs, Sidorovs and Orlovs are lineages of sick bastards that do not deserve to exist," he said with pure venom. I already knew it was a personal vendetta, so I decided to find out why. "Why so much hatred that would make you go this far and sacrifice lives?" I asked him, and he smiled. This bastard was guilty of what he accused my father of. He had recruited people, tricked them, and disposed of them, minors included, and that was a terrible crime.

From what I can tell, her other bloodline might possibly be under Elizabeth’s bloodline— because, for a vampire, she’s beautiful. “A vampire…huh. Whose bloodline were you under…?” I said to Sherry. “Eh? You are familiar with the vampire race…?” “I read history, more or less.” “My family bloodline is under Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius, and Lady Elizabeth.” Hearing those unbelievable words, I shook my head for a moment to clear my thoughts. “Say that again?” I ask to confirm once more. “Okay… Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius and Lady Elizabeth.”

Dad was giving me so much at once. "OK, is there anything else I should know about Gideon and his family?" I honestly didn't know if I could take any more reveals, but I had to ask. "Not that I am aware of. I know the Alois bloodline is also incredibly old, but it's not as pure as ours. So if there are any secrets, he will have to tell you I do not know." He leans back on the sofa, relaxing a bit. It's so much to process. "What about our wolf spirit? What does this sacred bloodline mean for them?" I was hoping to get some insight on if we could fix Inari's ability to shift.

I took an unconscious step back. “Listen to me, and listen carefully,” she said, her voice suddenly thunderous in its calm. “This is the truth about your nature. No lies. No sugar. Just the fucking bones of it.” I swallowed. “The Steinhart bloodline… comes from the purest, most ancient wolf lineage ever known. Long ago, they ruled across the African continent—before the Great War fractured everything.” My brows knitted. “The Great War? What the fuck is that?”

“I think I know why Damon was kidnapped.” That got him. Lucas’s fingers stilled. “Go on.” “It’s not just about you or your family,” I said. “I mean—” I fumbled for a second, furious at myself for showing weakness. “I haven’t been totally honest with you. About my lineage.” He leaned forward, predatory. “You said your great-grandfather was a tailor. Are we about to learn he was actually a Nazi or something?” “He was a hybrid.” I spat the word out, daring him to react. “Vampire, with a werewolf bloodline. One of the originals, from the old country.”

My protected Bishop crown. The Chevre family. My legacy. He’ll make sure I know that my bullet didn’t just kill Alice Grey. It lit a fuse. And now? Hell is on its way. Bring it on.

’ [I have done a little research into our Ancestors and I think you will find most of the German Royals are linked to either Albert or Victoria, back then it was common for cousins to marry so the royal blood was not tainted by any commoner sneaking in. He grinned at her and she could not help but laugh he was being facetious and it was deliberate he wanted to make her laugh and it worked, ‘Wir sind nicht wie die Briten, die deutsche Blutlinie darf niemals mit nicht-königlichem Blut befleckt werden, und auch wenn wir keine arbeitenden Royals mehr sind, bleibt unser Blut rein und frei von allen ausländischen Einflüssen.’ [We are not like the British, the German bloodline must never be tainted

( Adamson asked for my inclusive attention) So, I sat back down and he proceeds discussing again. "Master Chris, I know you must've been shocked after hearing the truth and I don't blame you, but please, it's isn't a joke, you're a woods blood, and I got to know about your existence at master Leonardo's press conference, his oblivious to the fact that the boy he adopted is his son, his very own blood". " how!!! Please tell me how you found out?". ( I got a question out to the open, Adamson takes a time off and tell on the left truth to know, he says and I quote) "I know because, I was the person Mrs jane instructed to steal and kill you after you were born".

Not full knowledge, not harmony with the nature of the reason behind it all, but knowledge nonetheless. The elephant man had indeed been looking for something, and that something involved a much narrower demographic than mere twins and triplets, or even identical multiples. What he targeted, what the design required, were specific bloodlines. The plan wasn’t at all in line with a Nazi vision of a master race. It sought to isolate, to find or to breed specific individuals, or a single specific individual. An individual or individuals who embodied or would help fulfill its evolução. Every throat that had been cut had been cut to this purpose. The Cunhedo ‘brother’ had very possibly not been a