Razor's Edge Bloodline Novels & Stories

Morgan and Morgana were in a low discussion about a newly discovered herb formula. Everything was so calm, so perfect. And yet, an accident happened. Lia, probably while playing, got a small cut on her finger from an unfinished edge on Eros's leather armor. A tiny drop of blood, faintly shimmering with silver—the spiritual blood of a ghost cub—seeped out. At the same moment, that cold mechanical voice seemed to be triggered, echoing in my mind again with its programmed chill: 【"Family" blood detected... Final task conditions met... Please proceed with "Bloodline Sacrifice"...】

They had little influence over their own fate or life, and they had wretched lives. He had long black hair that reached his waist and was dressed in a grey robe with black markings on it. That was all I recall seeing. The blood-red blade he wielded appeared to possess a particular power. [Sword of Extraction - Unique] [It was forged from bloodline ore, and when bloodline bearers are present, it glows up.] As far as I could recall, it was against the law and subject to the death penalty to track down bloodline users. The count showed incredible audacity by forging such weapons.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Blood on the Blade The Moon’s Eye Temple was a furnace of flame and fury. Steel rang as Rowan’s blade clashed with Darius’s, their movements fast and brutal, like twin storms locked in a deadly dance. Sparks flew as iron met iron, the enchanted weapons pulsing with old magic — one born of the Elders’ control, the other of rebellion and fire. Lyra stood frozen for only a moment, her eyes wide with heartbreak and disbelief. Rowan — the boy in her mother's bedtime stories, the nameless savior from the shadows — was real. And now, he was the one trying to kill her.

KNIGHT I straightened my stance. “Huh. You read the journal,” he specifically told Nirvana. Then you know what you must do. Does he know?” “What should I know?” I asked Nirvana. “Yes. He knows. Katzius’ bloodline wielded the dagger and the only bloodline who could kill that son of a bitch.” “There’s more to it than that. You know that, right?” “Yeah.” I heard a racing of Nirvana’s heartbeat. “Is there something you’re not telling me, mate?”

The two pupils in Wang Ji's eyes changed color from black to reddish-orange with the shape of a blazing flame. “Brother Zhou, Bloodline is a term for someone who still has the bloodline of a clan. As we know, a group is called a Clan because they share the same bloodline. A Blood Line will allow someone to have certain abilities without going through a training process. Yes, because this ability just flows in their bloodstream.”

I stood up and offered him a hand, which he accepted, then shook. "Show off,” Kiran said, when I finally made my way back toward him, chuckling. “He almost had me,” I admitted to Kiran. “I really didn’t expect him to be a good fighter.” “He’s got Zeta blood in him. He stayed calm the entire time, Malachi will definitely be interested in him,” Kiran said. “Are you staying for the party afterwards?” Emil asked, when he reached us with our pay-outs. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. I was caught up in the vibe but I also had other responsibilities.

He heard horses galloping towards him, looking up, he sighted King Philp who rode powerfully towards him, his men following behind, his eyes filled with fury as his long beards added more fright to his face. As Robert's eyes sighted the old king, intense wrath filled him, his whole body shook in anger as his veins were visible, sprunting out to his dismay. Nicholas and the remaining soldiers roared in brutal anger and they began to gallop towards the army that rode towards them. With swords in their hands, the men of Linerdo killed their enemies showing no mercy. Blood filled the land as the dead men were seen sprunting blood out of their chests.

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.

The Beta warriors cried out in terror. "It's a Bloodline Recall! She's sacrificing her own life to resurrect the memories of the dead!" Kaelan ripped the silver dagger out and looked up. Countless unknown scenes began to materialize in the air above, and his pupils contracted in shock.