Mary Magdalene Bloodline の小説・ストーリー

"Terrified? Of what?" "Of her bloodline." Martha's voice dropped lower, heavy with secrets. "Your mother was from the original Silvermane family—the pure line. That made her a target." "I don't get it. Why would being pure-blooded make her a target?" "Because the Blood Moon Cult either controls the pure lines… or destroys them." Martha's grip tightened on my hands. "Sophia, you are the last Silvermane heir." The floor felt like it dropped out from under me. "You mean—"

Silas replied, joining me at the table. The materials were scattered but seemed to focus on a specific theme—the Moon Goddess bloodline. Books lay open to pages describing a "silver-blessed lineage," scrolls contained family trees marking certain individuals with a distinctive crescent symbol, and maps showed migration patterns of what appeared to be a single family line across generations. My heart pounded as I picked up a page of Angela's notes. Her elegant handwriting detailed connections between names I didn't recognize, with one exception—Andrea Harrison. My mother.

Maliyla asked, drawing everyone's attention and transforming the mood. As Evangeline stared silently at Maliyla, she took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and said, "They are ancient; not many know about them, but those who do understand the power associated with them. These bloodlines are derived from Selene's daughters," Evangeline said, sipping her water. "When Persis had her children, the bloodline evolved and changed and passed on from generation to generation until it reached you in its dormant form. As a result, you received Persis's wolf." "Okay, wait," Maliyla said. "Even though Katia and I are sisters because of my dad, how can we share the same bloodline when she doesn't have the sam

Nancy was writing notes on the class chalkboard, writing the next word she said in bold letters that she underlined. "The origin of Bloodline Magic varies, but one thing that is for certain, as the name implies, it is a special or unique type of magic that only those of a certain bloodline can inherit," said Ms. Nancy. 'I forgot the story had mentioned something about that.' Maria was using the pink girly pencil that was stored in her bag to write down notes. Due to the fact that Maria only read half of the novel, briefly recalling where she last left off, Bloodline Magic was just introduced into the storyline. She did not possess much information on the subject but was interested in hearing

Then he opens them. "That mark belongs to the royal bloodline of the Silver Crescent Pack," he says quietly. "The Moon Queen's bloodline. Destroyed fifty years ago in the Great Purge. Or so we believed." "Lyra is seventeen," I say. "If her bloodline was destroyed fifty years ago, how does she carry the mark?" Magnus shakes his head. "I do not know. But I know the prophecy." "What prophecy?" He looks at me. His old face is full of fear and sorrow.

He just hung on to the thread that his mate was spinning with. “I didn’t cheat on my mate, I’m sure he would have found out if I had done so, considering the mate bond and all that…” There was a pause, where relief sunk its foothold the more in Caden and his children. “So, if that’s what you are thinking, Caden… if that’s what you all are thinking, cut it out. I was surprised too when Claire had met me with the news at first, and I didn’t tell you, Caden, because I wasn’t sure how to explain the phenomena to you. I knew you held the lineage of your family at the back of your hand, I also knew that there was no mage blood anywhere. So, I had to do the research on my own. I had to make inquiri

Then, she walked into the ruins with Laya in her heels. The mage noticed the leftover marble on the floor. Even though most of the wallpaper was gone, whatever was left showed how glorious this castle must have been in the past. She knew that the only explanation to Magnolia’s magic was that she was a pureblood, but she could not explain how. She decided to wait for her new friend until she was ready to share more about her family instead of letting crazy ideas fill her mind—like Magnolia being an illegitimate child of nobles who could not marry for some reason.

"While removing the cuffs, I sensed the baby's soul. It has dual magic." "What does that mean?" Lyanna asked sharply. "It means the child carries both Lycan blood and witch blood. Werewolf from the father. Magic from somewhere else." Meredith tilted her head. "Did Damoew have witch ancestry?" "No. His bloodline is pure Lycan going back a thousand years." "Then the magic came from the mother." Meredith stared at Jasmina. "Do you have witch blood?" "I don't know. My parents died when I was young. I was raised by the pack."

Since leaving Avalon, so many of our kind had lost their way, mated to humans, losing memory of where their ancestors started, creating children with only a spark of magic left within them. But you only need a spark to ignite a flame. My task, my assignment, is to watch over the line of Morgana Regina Primus, descendants of Morgana’s only son, Mordred, who in turn had three daughters, often called the Fates of Avalon, three exceptionally powerful oracles. Each one has hundreds of descendants that span generations, sometimes crossing with other regal bloodlines. This line is especially important, as it is the most potent, having crossed over itself several times, containing the blood of all t

After hundreds of more rituals carried out, sacrifice animals slaughtered, prayers said, candles burnt the family decided enough was done from them and it was time to take a bread, wait for the results. Magdalena got pregnant again, for the fourth time. This time she did not lose it and gave birth to a baby girl…The family said before that gender didn't quite matter first, but…the girl had a facial defect and even more horrifying than Magdalena's aunt, Tamia did have.