Novel & Cerita Nolan Bloodline

I knew— A memory flashed. A hospital corridor. My father arguing with someone. A needle, a room, a man’s voice. Then darkness. I staggered. Adrian caught me. What happened? I pushed his hands away. Don’t touch me. His expression hurt. Why? Because I don’t know you anymore. My sister watched us. That’s what they did to you. Who? She didn’t answer. I grabbed her arm. Where is Noah? She pulled away. You’re asking the wrong question. Then tell me the right one. She looked at Adrian. Ask him why your father needed his blood. Adrian went completely still. My breath caught. His blood? What are you talking about? My sister smiled. Now we’re getting somewhere. Adrian grabbed her wrist. Enough of the

I want nothing more than to smack the smirks off of their faces, but that would require me to get up, and right now, I am comfortable, and I don’t feel like moving. “What do you mean that it is because of Tiernan’s blood line?” I ask. “One of his ancestors is a relative to the first lycans created by your moon goddess. So his bloodline is one of the strongest in existence. Both of your parent's lines are from two of the original vampires that that god created so that is three powerful bloodlines in one little man.” Lennox explains.

“and the blood matched yours” The room fell silent, the weight of Jake’s words hanging in the air. I felt like the walls were closing in on me. No. No, this can’t be happening. “Yes..” Selene added. “Delta Derrick had donated some pint of blood to his brother who unfortunately was one of the victims of the attack,” she paused. “When the Luna, called to inform me she found the crest and suspected Delta Derrick, it prompted me to cross-match with the remaining blood he has donated.”

" Just those two syllables silenced Marco's sobbing instantly. "You have bled for the Family. I remember." A flash of wild hope lit Marco's eyes. "However." Don Vincenzo stood and walked slowly toward him, looking down from above. "You killed my blood. You owe me a blood debt. It must be repaid." He delivered the final judgment. "At sunrise tomorrow, your right hand will be cut off. You are stripped of all rank and property. You will be expelled from the inner circle. Your life will be spared. This is the greatest mercy I can offer."

The figure raises a hand, and every rogue stops. Then he speaks, his voice like splintered stone. “Give me the bloodline’s Luna.” My father steps in front of me. “Over my dead body.” “That can be arranged,” the figure says. Calm. Cold. “What do you want?” I shout. “You. The child of prophecy. The last seal.” I flinch. “I’m not anyone’s seal.” “You wear your mother’s blood,” he says. “But not her burden.” “What do you know about my mother?” I demand.

He sees the translated bloodline text with Nadia's annotations added to his own in a different ink color. He looks at me. It requires consent, I say. "You underlined it. Then you crossed it out because you thought you could make me give it." I sat down across from him. "You can't." "Lena." His voice is very quiet. "Everything I did was to secure the future of our bloodline. You are the only living primary Volana. The power in your line dies with you if it's not used. The ritual ensures it survives." "It survives in my child," I say. "Naturally. Without a ritual. Without a blood moon. Without a nursery in your study." I lean forward slightly. "You built the nursery for after you took the baby

Declan leaned closer as he scanned the content page. “We’ll have to go through it and see if any match what happened today,” he said quietly, Layana nodded as she reached over to her bedside lamp, touching it, “Brighten,” she said, the lamp instantly brightened, sitting back Declan began skimming the pages, Layana too hoping anything would help. “Do you really think it’s a forbidden bloodline?” “Why else would your father hide it?” He had a point, “What happens to those who have a forbidden bloodline?” she asked cautiously

I was beginning to hate questions like that. "What are you talking about?" Selena carefully placed the photograph back on the table. "Years ago there was a bloodline known as the Crown Bloodline. Most wolves believed it disappeared decades ago." Nina looked confused. "You're saying royalty?" "Something like that." Blaze folded his arms. "I thought those stories were nonsense." "So did most people." My stomach twisted. "And my mother was part of it?" Selena hesitated before nodding. "I think so."

Ronan was the only one who did not look shocked and that terrified me because he looked like he understood. I noticed it at once and my heart rang harder. “You believe me,” I said and Ronan’s eyes stayed on mine. “I believe you sensed something real.” Kael turned sharply to him. “Explain.” Ronan wiped blood from his jaw with the back of his hand and then he said, calm like we were not standing in the middle of death, “Her bloodline does not only carry power.” I stared at him and he continued. “It carries memory.” The words sent a chill through me and Darius frowned. “What does that mean?”

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.”