Holy Grail Bloodline Novels & Stories

Lucien turned away, voice dropping: "I saw it in the ancestral memory — Azrael never truly died. A fragment of his soul hid in the hunters’ bloodline, awaiting rebirth. And that vessel… is Alaric Graves." Silence fell. A cold gust snuffed the fire. "So…" Evelyn whispered, "the curse never leaves any bloodline. It only changes hands." Lucien looked at her, eyes sad but resolute. "That’s why I need you, Evelyn. Only you — descendant of Light — can end it." She gave a weary, heartbreakingly beautiful smile: "If fate demands we spill blood once more, then at least… let it mean something." Lucien answered softly: "Your blood is my prayer."

"But Mrs. Eldryn, are you sure she is the one? I mean, we've waited for so long and now it turned out to be someone who isn't even aware about the kind of blood she carries. Remember what happened with the last one we thought was the one." Eldryn turned her head slightly. "I sensed it. Her presence is like a ripple, powerful and ancient." Then her eyes narrowed. “There is a strong presence here,” she said suddenly, voice sharpening. “Who is it?” Julianne froze. Velvet’s head snapped toward the trees.

I walked into the store, dropping off my hunting tools before stepping into the house to freshen up. I walked into the shower, turning on the knob. I pressed my hands against the wall, bowing my hair allowing the cold water to splatter on my head and drip down through my face. Aemond’s words still echoed in my mind as though he was standing behind me. I turned around wiping water off my face immediately but saw nothing. It was just me and my thoughts. “Lyra is the key. Her bloodline—do you even understand what that means? If she’s truly the one, your reign would not just be as Alpha—it would be as a god among men.”

She looked down at his chest as more blood trickled down, his heart pounding slowly, his breathing pace reducing. Quickly, she pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, cut out a lace from the end of her gown, and quickly muffled it inside the hole the dagger created. With her eyes closed, she bent closer to him, his face meeting hers and gently she inhaled through his nostril, her powers pouring into him fiercely. Suddenly, green smoke emits from his mouth, his heartbeat begins to race faster as each finger in his hands vibrates. Merga watched as her powers slowly revived him, the blood on him drying up immediately. Slowly his eyes began to open, Merga's heart began to pound faster as she r

I asked, remembering what she'd said earlier. “The truth is, the reason why those beasts needed my bloodline cultivation manuals, back then, was because they knew that I was the last surviving bloodline of the Royal Euphenic Blood. My ancestors were all from the Royal Euphenic Blood, and as such, there's little wonder that we have cultivation manuals that'd help us to unleash the full ability of our bloodline. These manuals are used in channeling our mind and spirit in such a way that we, as cultivators, could possess outstanding might and prowess.

For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed. “Silver Rock’s heir.” Ben says in a respectful tone of voice, his eyes on me but directed at his father. “Yes, one and the same. Finally home.”

"The bloodline." "You smelled it the moment she crossed the line." "She's human." "She's *carrying* it." Elias turned. Same gray eyes. Same bone structure. Separated by thirty years and a devotion to purity Kael had never shared. "The Holt woman has the marker." "The same as 1893." "The same as your mother." --- Kael's hands found his pockets. The same habit as the library steps. Hiding the curl of his fingers. The need to hold something.

"That is the mark of Audrey’s witch coven. They are testing you, sending visions to see if your blood reacts like the ancient texts say." I looked between the two brothers. "Why does she hate me so much? I didn't ask for any of this." "It's not about hate, Betty," Adriel said softly. "It's about your bloodline." "What about her bloodline?" the King demanded, stepping closer as Mitchell refused to let go of my hand. "My parents told me before they died," I whispered, the weight of the secret pressing heavily on my chest. "My blood comes from two lost royal kingdoms. I am the last female warrior of the Blaze and Knight lineages."

Like finding something she had suspected might be there. "Your blood carries an old lineage," she said. "Older than Moonlight Pack. Older than most of the bloodlines still walking. You have healer blood — not ordinary healer blood, but the first kind. The kind that was common before the packs fractured and the old families scattered." She paused. "Someone in your direct line was divine." The room was very quiet.

I feel peaceful and happy. Chen flipped the next page. 'Bloodlines... they are a heritage present in every living being— beast, plant, or human. Bloodlines do not mean the blood flowing within one's body. It is a complete heritage. A bloodline births a martial soul, innate talent, and physically unique qualities. So, a bloodline can only be recorded by measuring the mentioned areas of interest. This is the only thing a person needs to know about bloodlines.' The definition was written in the middle of the yellowed parchment and there was nothing else.