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I said, and Ned shook his head at me. “The two questions that I am having right now are; how are you going to be sure that she agrees on looking at you to begin with? And even if she does spare you a second glance, why do you believe that she is going to be willing to be your own living blood bank?” Ned asked, leaning in to look me in the eye. “You are playing a very dangerous game, brother. The blood of the phoenix does not work the way that YOU want it to, but it has its own ways and the power that it holds is going to either destroy you and everything that is around, or burn to the ashes leaving nothing in return.”

I’ve never done this for someone who wasn’t a wolf, but I knew it hurt like a bitch for humans. “Nov, I need you to tell me something. Tell me a story. I have to set your nose, its broken. Distract yourself. Tell me about your dad. Tell me about your fight.” She can’t actually speak, blood is running down the back of her nose into her throat and she is sobbing but she nods and starts trying to speak. Once she is a minute into it and distracted, my hand still firm on her nose, I make one smooth jerk. I watch in horror as her eyes widen as the pain registers and then they roll to the back of her head and she passes out. I catch her effortlessly and pull her towards me so her head is resting on

There were trails of tears on his face. I gave him a warning glare, "You need to remain calm Mr. Agni, now is not the right time to fidget" I chided him at once. "Here!" Narin exclaimed, raising a file with a picture of a random girl for me to see. I quickly grabbed it from her and skimmed through the personal details in the form. "How come I never noticed?" I uttered in disbelief after reading through the file over again, "She has the blood of that leech running through her veins" I spat in disdain and quickly reached for my phone.

I flipped to the back of the book. The last chapter was titled "The Line of Lunae: Unique Manifestations of Power." I sat down on the stone bench and started reading. The Line of Lunae possessed a unique gift, separate from the standard Alpha bloodline abilities. This power, known as the Blood-Call, allowed those of Lunae descent to feel and influence the emotional landscape of those around them. Unlike empathic abilities, which are subtle and passive, the Blood-Call functions more like weather. It can be gentle or it can be a storm, depending on the wielder's emotional state.

Chapter 6: The Price of Power Karina stood at the center of the dimly lit chamber, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. Her fingers tingled with the strange, foreign power that surged beneath her skin. The bloodline—her blood—was the key to something far darker than she had imagined. But the deeper she felt into it, the clearer it became: this wasn’t just a ritual. This was a war—one that would cost her everything, but one she could win.

"You should know me, Richard; I'm not a fool. I knew what I'm up against and I also knew father is right before asking for a fight from him. I wanted you to join me in it, but father is right. You're too scared and naive, it's fine. I'll do it alone. But one thing's for sure, the Alpha in the hood is going down in my hands. Father and I have our plans already - I'll make him go on his knees right in front of me - just before I slash my sword through his neck. It's a promise." **** Selena's Point of View I placed my bag on the bed while Meeka's voice continued to echo in my mind. "Come on Seli, you can't ignore me for long." "Yeah, I'll so that next time, you'll think twice before doing any s

Full of pain. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered. "Shouldn't have—" "Shut up." I was crying, but I didn't care. "You're going to be fine. I'm going to fix this." "How? The silver—" "I don't care." I pressed my hands to his wounds, and I felt something shift inside me. Something my father's journal had hinted at. Something I'd been ignoring for weeks. The gift. The bloodline. The magic that ran in my family.

I carry the Godfather's bloodline. The air froze instantly. Marco's face turned a violent shade of red. The hand gripping Mia's backside tightened suddenly. She let out a muffled cry of pain but did not dare struggle. "What did you say?" The words squeezed out between Marco's teeth. His eyes locked onto my flat stomach, as if fire might erupt from them at any moment. The next second, his thick hand wrapped around my throat. "You've always been a rude little tramp. But at the very least, you shouldn't throw filth onto the Godfather."

I sit with that for a long moment. "Why are you telling me this now?" I ask. He looks at his hands again. "Because there is one more thing," he says. "Something I found in the oldest documentation. Something that predates my research by two centuries." He looks up. "The Nyther bloodline was not a natural evolution." I go completely still. "What?" "It was engineered," he says. "Two hundred years ago. By the first Bloodryn king." The world tilts slightly. "Say that again," I demand.