Mary Magdalene Bloodline Novels & Stories

"Are you asking me that shitty question?". She asked "Yes ma'am" I answered awaiting for her to proceed further. Although I knew what she wanted to say, it was best she said it with her mouth. Like I presumed Mom frowned her words out. "Aren't you at least scared!! Do you know what you're getting yourself into, if you accept Master Leonard's inheritance?". ( Mom's words to me) "Seriously? It seems you have forgotten, that I'm also a woods blood and Master Leonardo is Also my father"

The scroll I read at Tristan’s house is still fresh in my mind. …And with the blood of a Morrigan, pure and undiluted she shall awaken the child when her blood is spilled, and the word is spoken. The scroll narrated the story of Apsu and Tiamat, how the goddess Morrigan and the demi-god Arcas hid their egg, and she placed a spell on it. The scroll held a family tree but only showed the firstborn female children that were born to the bloodline of Morrigan herself, only those females could carry the goddess’s gene and pass it on. And only those females could inherit the gifts of Morrigan herself. The line of lineage stopped somewhere around 300-250 years ago. But I knew. My mother’s family nam

"When souls pass beyond, their essence leaves an imprint here, especially those connected to the Royal bloodlines." "We've been waiting," our father added. "Watching as you found each other, as you restored what was lost." Kenny stepped forward, his hand reaching toward them before stopping, remembering their insubstantial nature. "We thought we were alone. That you were gone completely." "Never completely," our mother assured him. "Parts of us remained, in the pendant I gave Marabelle, in the journals you discovered, in the connection Matthias shares with the wolves." She turned to me then, her gaze dropping to my abdomen where Hope grew. "And now in your daughter, who carries our bloodline

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

"My father made this deal. I'm ending it." "It doesn't end!" Camilla screamed. "It transfers! If you give your blood, the Church takes everything—you, the baby, everyone in your family line!" Catalina's hand shook. The blade cut into her skin just a little. A thin line of blood appeared. The figure's attention snapped to her completely. "Yes. The daughter of Miguel. The mother of what's coming. This blood has power." Gabriel stirred in her other arm. His voice came out small and human again. "Catalina... don't..."

The relic inside her flared, and through the bond, I felt it—the same pulse echoing inside me. The Witch staggered back, furious. “You think you can stop this? She is the gate! When the bloodline dies, the god wakes!” Kaela gasped behind me. “The bloodline—” Magnus’s voice cut through the bond then, faint, strained, from miles away. “You think you’re saving them? The Witch was your mother’s blood.” Kaela froze. I turned toward her, realizing what that meant. Magnus wasn’t just dying—he was confessing.

“I had Tristan ship most of his library and personal documents to Riocht. Ever since Tala and I tried this before, it had been plaguing me why it hadn’t worked. What was I missing?” Then one night, in a haze of mist, it came to me. I remembered or rather recalled a passage I had read while in Andora.” She lays the scroll out. “This was a family tree of sorts,” She looks at Finn. “Listing all the members of the Morrigan line. The females their magic had been passed down to. My mother was the last to be added.” What she meant was, she was the last. This we knew so it wasn’t new news.

"I cannot promise you certainty, my lady. No healer in this kingdom's history has ever faced precisely this combination of bloodlines. But I can tell you the odds you're facing are unlike any I've measured before, and considerably more favorable than every account I've studied predicting your predecessors' fates." Elena absorbed that slowly, feeling Ronan's hand find hers, gripping tight enough that she suspected he needed the anchor as much as she did. "The Solar bloodline," she said quietly, the pieces Dessa had gestured toward the night before finally settling into a shape she could properly name. "Whatever my mother carried, whatever slept in my blood until the binding woke it fully. Tha

“You would need to reach Margaret’s actual location, physically confront her directly rather than attempting any kind of remote or symbolic ritual. The bloodline connection Eleanor described requires genuine, direct contact, presence within her immediate proximity.” “That sounds incredibly dangerous,” Sarah said. “Walking directly into what’s apparently a heavily secured coalition stronghold, without proper preparation or support.” “It is dangerous,” Eleanor confirmed. “I won’t pretend otherwise given the genuine stakes involved. But your family connection, Sage, the shared bloodline linking you directly to both your grandmother and Margaret herself, provides unique capability that even Marg

“Fine. You have safe passage. However I’m curious how lengthy you’ll be without me.” “I’ll take my chances.” “One greater aspect,” her mom stated. “You should know the truth about Damien—his legacy.” “I know about his family,” Celeste said. “The Cross bloodline.” “Do you?” her mother’s tone turned cold. “The Cross wasn't just one of the three. They were the first. The Kavanagh and Belmont lines came from them. Brothers at war. You’ve been fighting your own blood.” Celeste stared at Damien. “That’s not possible.”