House Of Dragons Bloodline の小説・ストーリー

Leonardo murmured, his voice lower now, edged in something more than certainty—something deeper. I smirked, exhaling softly. “He already has.” Leonardo reached forward, brushing his fingers lightly over Orion’s hand, watching as our child curled his fist around the offered touch. Power wasn’t just ruled. It was inherited. And Orion had just claimed his place. Elena was gone, but the world didn’t remain silent. A new name surfaced—Dominic Renaud, a strategist from Geneva, a man whose influence stretched across European financial circles, but whose interests now centered on testing the strength of our reign.

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

It was a truly miserable end. The surviving dragons buried this hatred deep within their bloodline, waiting for descendants to rise and seek vengeance. Never did they expect that the chance to awaken these bloodline memories would fall to Lisa, a mere martial god-level water dragon. Despite this blood debt, with her current strength, how could she possibly fulfill the ancient dragons' dying wish? As the direct heir of the Phoenix Deity, Yara had awakened the most extensive bloodline memories of the three. Besides the battle with Klondike, he also recalled the Dragon and Phoenix Calamity that preceded it.

Pure blood, this must be what they were looking for in Lars. However, as far as Keelin knew, Lars' blood, royal blood, was different from pure blood. The royal bloodline represents the dominant power, depending on each generation, it will develop a unique, very strong, and very special ability. And the current Lars is the vampire possessing the greatest power in the royal family ever.

Please, I cannot have Chris as my adopted brother, his in no way a Wood's blood nor does he act like it and if you please do this, I'll do whatever you ask? ( Eyes locked up awaiting for him to speak) To me, I figured what would master Leonard's response be, would he accommodate Keith's words and most importantly what tasks will he ( master Leonardo) give to his son. Afterwards, he finally spoke out, eyes linked to mine, and I quote, "what exactly are you talking about Keith!! I know Chris doesn't bare the woods blood but his more of us then you can ever be!! And if you mean what you just said, then prove it to me, failure to do so, I'll have no choice but to will my entire property to Chris

The young ladies couldn't help but admire him as he made his way to the stage, the crown on his head giving him an air of strength. "Now, presenting to you the daughter of the light, the Luna of the Nightfall Pack, the one who carries royal blood, the white wolf, the source of light and wisdom, Luna Selena Kephissa Attalos, descendant of the Habsburg family, granddaughter of the great wolf king, Luna Selena Kephissa Attalos." As the announcement concluded, Selena walked in, her father by her side. The crowd erupted in loud cheers. Rufus couldn't help but smile as he watched Selena, who looked like a goddess of beauty.

“Blood calls to blood, Morris. You can raise them, but you cannot change what runs in their veins.” Morris let out a harsh and jagged laugh. “Blood? You want to talk about blood? My blood runs in the child Sharon carries, yes. But the blood in Daenerys and Daemon is the blood I chose. I chose them the day I married their mother. I have chosen them every day since. If I die tomorrow, they will inherit what I built, my territory, my alliances and my name. Not because of some old bloodline you cling to like a drowning man, but because I say so. Because I raised them. Because they are mine.”

"So far in the history of mankind, only three times have people on the surface faced dragons, and only one dragon has been slain. It was a Duke that killed the dragon. His family, the Greens, are one of those with bloodline skills. It is an art very powerful enough to separate the powerful families from the weak ones in the empire, an art strong enough for someone to reach the level of a Duke. There was only one person who could possess it in the family, and Evans Green is the only one with it." "I know the group that has arrived is their adventuring team, and I know you will face them soon, and you will not have any difficulty taking care of them, but I wish to remind you of one thing. In t

“Pretty much. He’s the Alpha. And not just any Alpha, Lucar’s bloodline is one of the strongest our world has ever seen.” I hesitated. “I never asked… what’s his full name?” Jayce glanced at me, then chuckled. “Lucar Vale. Son of Alpha Theron and Luna Marienne Vale. Last surviving heir of the SilverClaw line.” Something in my chest pulled tight. “Last?” Jayce nodded, expression dimming. “His mother died in the Rogue War. His father fell a few years earlier. Lucar became Alpha too young but he had no choice.” “And his dad?” I asked.