Naruto Technology Bloodline Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The blood on the floor. Jun dropped his hand. He couldn't do it. Not tonight. The chasm was too wide, and the blood was still too fresh. He walked past the master bedroom, into his grey, sterile room, and closed the door. ............................................................................................................................................................................................................................... The night was long. Han Min-jae lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. The blackout curtains were drawn, plunging the room into absolute, sensory-depriving darkness. He was clean. He had scrubbed his skin until it was red, using the hottest water the sy

Hard. I felt the warm, thick surge of my own blood fill my mouth. It was bitter. It was pulsing with the Shift-Blood—the concentrated Vane-strain that Arthur had spent years perfecting in my marrow. It was the Ascension transfer. It was meant to be a ritual. A slow, steady drip of power. I gave it to him in a violent, desperate shove. I forced my blood down his throat. I clamped my hand over his mouth and nose, forcing him to swallow.

Ronan’s gaze remained on me. “It means certain memories could survive through blood.” A cold silence crashed through the chamber. “No,” I whispered. Because that was insane. Impossible. Terrifying. “You are not becoming Elyria,” Ronan said immediately. Like he already knew where my thoughts went. “But fragments of what she carried may exist inside the bloodline itself.” That did not help. At all. Kael looked disturbed now too. “So her bloodline basically stores echoes of previous generations?” “Yes.” “That is deeply horrifying.”

My grandmother said, I felt like I had all the air sucked out of me. I just couldn’t believe that Lynx would ever turn dark. I made sure before I left that Cannon and Lynx connected and were blood tied. “Grandmother how could this happen I made sure he and Cannon were connected by blood and we were disconnected. Why would he be weakened when he had a rider?” I asked confused and scared shitless. “Because Cannon wasn’t chosen for him. The connection was artificial there so his strength wasn’t at its full potential.” My blood drain from my face at what Cannon and Lynx were going through. “This is all your fault if you hadn’t left to find your own, “Destiny” now not only is our baby brother

The gene that could awaken once was. The Lords of the mountains were not born gods any more than the Sages. They had a beginning just as much as an end, but were too far parted from the rest to be considered men. The Four from the stories of our creation were not gods until they created the Guardians. Yonkai Tsune Wotians And Hunters. Blood lines. Legacies that had never mixed until me. My mother is a Tsune. My father a Hunter, his mother a Wotian. Creating me. A freak, who became the butt of a twisted joke. It was one thing to read their minds. Gain insight and information I never should have had in the first place.

I said, and she gave a slow nod before the next response. "I can do the same thing Diane did, but you're going to promise to keep this secret between me and you." She started, and I moved a little closer, eager to hear the secret. "Kira, my friend, is somewhere away from the pack too and I'll have to generate power from her because she's from my bloodline. She's not my sister, but our blood is similar. I can't explain it. But do you understand me?" She asked and I nodded quickly.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

“Because you’re more than what we thought. More than what *you* thought.” “What are you talking about?” I demanded, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I’m just me. I’m nobody special!” “That’s where you’re wrong,” Ewen said, his tone matter-of-fact. “That light—the power you unleashed—it’s not normal. It’s not just the bond. It’s something older, something tied to your bloodline.” “Bloodline?” My head spun, the weight of their words threatening to crush me. “What bloodline? My parents were normal—ordinary! I’m not… whatever you think I am.”

That image was evidence of Bloodline Manifestation. Bloodline Manifestation was not a skill or power per se; it was a force. It was a force that was born from the bloodline of a Beastman and it only appeared in Beastmen carrying a high level of their ancestor’s bloodline. It was similar to aura in the sense that not everyone could use it; however, unlike aura the determining factor for using Bloodline Manifestation was not luck, but bloodline purity. Bloodline Manifestation had many uses, but the most prominent one was Suppression. That was the ability Kylie had subconsciously used against Aiden. Suppression was just as it’s name implied. It forced one to bow before a possessor of a Bloodlin

"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 the event that a bloodline art possessor dies, the next family member who awakens it gains all the memories of the deceased person. You will be exposed through your appearance, so if you don't want an entire noble family acting as your enemy, you should change your look." "Even then they might still track you using your mana, but there will be enough time for you to grow stronger. Those of us in the Scarlet family do not have the bloodline art, but we can all see the threads of fate woven into the