Novel & Cerita Naruto Bloodline Limit Fanfiction

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

“Cyrus?” “Hm-hm. Your mother went a little…how shall I say, well, she went bat crap crazy after Brody’s birth.” “No she didn’t. She was a good mother…even until the end.” “Yes, and I’m sure you remember it that way, but that’s not how it was. Uhm--” he did that thing where he ran his hand through his hair when he was nervous, “—first you need to understand Cyrus’s bloodline gift. Remember, I told you every bloodline has a different power. Cyrus’s can alter people’s memories, plant new ones even, put up walls, block out certain emotions. Your father asked him to change yours--”

Going out on a limb, with little to lose, I say, "Prove it. You can tell me anything, but I can't believe it until you—" "Do you feel different? Stronger?" He asks. "I loosened my hold on you to make this conversation easier. Do you feel your potential?" I try to take my hands back, but his grip is tight. "That was you? You caused me to feel different?" "I can prove myself, Wrenley. But, you have the capability to prove everything on your own. My blood runs through your veins. Your mother is a human—I decided that because it contaminates my blood the least. You'll age and die as a human does, that I cannot change, but I passed great power to you."

"No. The magic root has already sunk into my blood. It is too late to purge. I just have to keep my wolf away from his cages until the poison runs its course." "Great Spirits. I thought my family was the only bloodline with a habit of drugging their own pups." I slide my arm tightly around his thick waist. His body is far too massive for a female of my size to really carry, but I lean my weight into his side, hoping I can help his legs keep their balance.

Instead, I bled through my gloves and finished all fifty-eight. Not all of them were cruel. One student, a girl named Nyra Alen, offered me water after a training match. Her skin shimmered faintly like moonlight, and her House crest marked her as Sirenblood—an offshoot of water elementals known for song-based magic and emotion sensing. “You shouldn’t let him push you like that,” she said, handing me the flask. “He’s doing it because he’s afraid of what you’ll become.” I snorted. “Pretty sure it’s because he enjoys watching me bleed.”

Croft says slowly. "The channel doesn't. It is not part of the load." Joon-Ho's voice has gone very careful. "Which means the last eighteen per cent is not eighteen per cent of a burden. It is the entire remainder of Veira's connection to the oldest living thing in the Vein, and when it goes, it will go all at once, and there is no evidence whatsoever that it can be given to anybody." Nobody speaks. "So it isn't distributed," Veira says. "It just ends."

“You weren’t just reacting—you commanded.” Evelyn exhaled slowly, though her chest still felt tight. “I… I didn’t know I could,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. The power was intoxicating, yes, but terrifying. Every shadow she had directed toward the hunters had been guided by instinct, by survival—and by something more she couldn’t name. “Instinct,” Lucien said, tilting his head. “Yes… but also bloodline. That mark isn’t just a symbol. It’s alive. And it reacts to your will, but it also tests your limits.”

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

Then everyone speaks at once. Jamie lets it go for ten seconds. Then: “Quiet.” And they all went quiet. “Panicking wastes time we don’t have.” She pulls up the map Cael provided. Share it on the call. “These are every known bloodline location. Sixty percent we already had. Forty percent is new. All of them are targets.” “How did you get this?” Raina asks. “Fourth Shadow Council member defected. Brought nine centuries of records with him.” “A defector.” Tavish’s voice is flat. “And you trust him.”

And what my calculations tell me is that we are all going to die. The baby is destabilizing because the ritual forced incompatible bloodlines into a single vessel. That's the truth no one will speak aloud. Jessica's Blackthorn blood, my Lancaster blood, they were never meant to merge. We're cousins, distant enough to avoid the worst genetic consequences, but close enough that our combined lineage carries echoes of the same source. The ritual didn't just claim Ronan as the father. It overwrote large sections of the child's magical signature with his essence, his power, his claim.