House Of Dragons Bloodline นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You were useful.” That stings. “My mother helped design it,” he continues. I freeze. “What?” “Your mother.” “She hated Darius.” “She hated what he represented.” I stare at him. “Which is?” “Chosen blood.” I swallow. “He is just an Alpha.” “He is more than that and so is she.” “She?” “Elara.” Her name tastes bitter. “What does she have to do with this?” “Everything.” He walks slowly across the room, like he is choosing each word carefully. “The Moon Goddess does not choose randomly. She backs bloodlines. She strengthens certain families. Darius’s line. Elara’s line.”

My second brother, Drake, was the Dragon Sovereign, who held every gold vein of the dragon clan. My sister, Sylvia, was the sole Arbiter of the elven Ancient Law. The five of us were born on the same day. Our mother was the last High Priestess of the Court of Chaos, born able to carry different bloodlines of the gods. In a single birth she brought forth five lines of blood: the blood of the high gods, the blood of dragons, the blood of the elves, and the weakest yet rarest of all, the twin starblood that ran in Orson and me.

“Kaelis. The bloodline records Selene took, she didn’t take them to protect them.” I froze. “She took them,” Rhydian said, “because there’s a name in there Aldric doesn’t know about. A bloodline suppressed since the beginning. Before the first Elder council. Before the hierarchy. Before the mark.” “Whose line?” I said. He hesitated, just long enough to be wrong. “Yours,” he said. “The original, not the Vane branch. Where your blood actually comes from. If Selene hands that info to whoever she works for…..”

she said, and that one word carried warning, pleading, and anger all together. Adolphus ignored her. He looked only at me. “The child carries Blood Feather obedience through Ashina, hidden Blackfang Alpha blood through my line, and old Northridge royal blood through Gonzalo.” My stomach turned cold. Three bloodlines. Three doors. One unborn key. Otsana’s hands tightened around the silver bowl until I feared the cracked metal would break completely. “That is why the child answered the crown,” she whispered. Adolphus smiled at her with cruel approval, as if the old healer were a student who had finally solved his riddle.

He pulled her into his arms, his palm sliding down the curve of her waist before grabbing her ass without restraint. Mia's cheeks flushed, but her body only pressed closer in submission, and yet Marco's eyes never once left me. "You're unhappy? You think I didn't care about you these three years? A man out there risks getting shot. Some things aren't within my control. "This time when I came back, the Godfather personally promised to put the docks under my management. I want you to obey my orders and continue being my mistress." I shook my head and said, word by word, "I'm already pregnant. I carry the Godfather's bloodline."

Hunter's shadows hadn't originated solely because the Void accepted him. His bloodline had always been compatible with them. Perhaps inevitable. Hunter scratched the back of his neck. "So..." "...I was born for this." Chaos nodded. "Apparently." The next section belonged to Queen Samantha's family. The Dragon Royal Bloodline. The ability listed there made every dragon in the room smile knowingly. Fire Harnessing. Pure. Simple. Elegant. Queen Samantha laughed softly. "That one isn't exactly surprising." "No," Sol agreed. Leo immediately lifted one hand.

It was one of his laws that stayed in place for over hundreds of years. He was trying his best to not show the emotion, he cared for her but he also knew Lazarus hadn’t even thought about his Eldest’s match yet because he wanted her to learn more once she changed, if she did. Lazarus came to him a couple years ago begging to give the girls their freedom in which he denied it to him due to the fact his Bloodline, the Gene print was extremely strong in both of his girls. Meaning they were not going to get lucky to just being human so he made Lazarus force the girls to go to Bloodred to be watched.

The unnatural spiral is visible for all to see. Gasps echoed even louder than the laughter before. Most didn’t know what it meant, but for those that knew. It carried greater importance. “The Royal Pelasgus Bloodline of Pure Lycans,” someone whispered. “The birthright of rulers before your name ever tainted this land. I was an orphan so I never got to know my heritage. But the great old wolf, Tyrion, helped me realize this fact.” Aurelius’ expression hardened. “That mark proves nothing.”

“Aleta?” Damon nodded slowly. “She came into the Shadow Lands because of him. I thought she might heal what was broken, guide him and his mate to another child. But when she revealed that a cruse lay dormant in his bloodline until him—that he could not conceive—it unraveled everything. Varos learned Soren wasn’t truly his. And that knowledge drove him mad.” Evelyn’s throat closed. The words hung between them, heavy with tragedy. She could almost see it, the proud man cracking apart under betrayal, the wolf in him breaking loose.