Novel & Cerita Razor's Edge Bloodline

POV: Wolfy Chaos is merely an equation with too many variables. To the untrained eye, the Razor’s Edge canyon was a slaughterhouse. Smoke from the burning lead hauler choked the narrow pass. Turning the midday sun into a bloody smear. Highblood rebels—their forms blurry with speed—leaped from the sandstone ridges. Firing kinetic rounds that sparked harmlessly against the Vanguard’s heavy armor. To me, it was a graph. And the slope was wrong.

“Enough.” Every vampire freezes. The hooded man (Rhaziel) raises one hand. Shadows explode from the floor, wrap around the elite like chains, crush them to dust. Omaras roars, breaks free, charges. Rhaziel flicks a finger. Omaras flies through a stained-glass window, screaming. Sorrel tries to run. Shadows swallow her whole. Silence. Rhaziel turns to us. Adrian sways, bleeding out, still trying to stay between me and the new guy.

Fenriz’s eyes widened, and for a moment, time stood still. In that instant, I felt the connection to the blood moon deepening, its energy flowing through me, filling me with strength. We were more than just a pack; we were a family. As we struck, the world exploded into light, the power of the blood moon illuminating the night as it enveloped us. Fenriz staggered back, disbelief etched on his face. “No… this can’t be!” But I would not let him escape. I would not let him take any more from us. With one last surge of energy, I pressed forward, driving my sword deep into his side, the culmination of all our pain and loss.

The page is yellowed and cracked at the edges, but the writing is clear — etched with the care of someone who knew it would matter. I read aloud: Three bloodlines born of war — one of beast, one of blade, one of both. From the ash of the first war shall rise six marked by fate. Three shall carry the blood of the wolves. Three shall carry the blood of the hunters. Bound by fire and torn by legacy, They will stand at the brink of annihilation. One must choose vengeance. One must choose unity. One will rise to destroy. One will rise to redeem. The rest... shall fall.

Korra geared me. Her words sank deep, cutting through the noise in my head. I nodded slowly. “Okay. Yeah! I've got this! I am Lyra, daughter of Aurora, the last bloodline of the moon!” I bit hard on my lips. Korra placed her hand on my shoulder before rising. “I’ll step outside and let you do this on your own.” We both nodded at each other before she took her leave, her footsteps slowly fading behind me. I took in a deep breath, then another, staring at the flickering candles, then at the crystal resting like a sleeping star on the footstool. My palms hovered above it.

"Why is this dagger connecting us? Why does it seem like it's tearing me apart but yet holding me together? Rena paused, her attention shifting to the shadow before returning to me. "Because this is more than just a weapon, Kyara. It is a part of you. "A part of us." "What?" My voice cracked as the weight of her words settled in like stones. Rena took a cautious step forward, and her expression softened. "The dagger is not just connected to the Veil. It's in our bloodline. To the decisions made by those who preceded us." My stomach twisted as I realized this. "Are you saying we're connected? "By blood?"

Damon came forward with a guard who was holding a tray. On the tray, there was a dagger and a stone. It was time for the Bloodline Ritual. Stopping beside us, Damon lifted the dagger from both hands and presented that to Nicholus, "You will now do the Bloodline Ritual. After this, your bloodline and legacy will be bound together. This ritual will be your promise to your people that you'll always rule with justice." Taking the dagger from Damon, Nicholus slid off its cover and placed it in the tray. The metal glinted in the moonlight. Lifting his hand, Nicholus slid the sharp blade across his palm. Crimson liquid oozed out.

But then, he has to if he wants to know the level of strength that Julianne had, and what kind of power she possessed. “Hold him down,” he said and crouched. Maximus and Remus looked at him and before they could ask anything, Ryker transformed into a big white wolf. He looked at Maximus and nudged his head with a frown. Maximus went to hold Cassian still with Remus help and Ryker moved towards him daintily. He stood above him and in one motion, he bare his teeth down on his neck. Ryker drew out the black roots from his neck and he felt the blood warm in his mouth, but he had not drawn all when he suddenly felt it caught his throat and he quickly withdrew before throwing up blood at the side.

She would be forced to fight, and yet not too well—because skill would draw attention, and attention meant risk. Rule Four: Bloodlines are sacred. Initiates are evaluated in part on lineage. Noble blood earns privilege. Unknowns and rogues are subject to scrutiny and testing. A pit opened in her stomach. Her true bloodline—daughter of Garrick Stormclaw—would grant her high rank instantly. But as Rian, she was a nobody. A rogue male who showed up with a forged acceptance letter and no clan ties. If anyone questioned her origins or demanded proof… She would be dragged back. And this time, her father would not lock her in a tower. He would make an example of her.

She stepped into the chamber, blade in hand, Jian at her side. Ezra drew his. “So here we are,” he said. “The end,” Chaewon whispered. “No,” Ezra corrected. “The beginning.” He pressed a switch. Ash’s eyes glowed brighter. The chamber walls pulsed. Triggering bloodline override. Han’s voice screamed over the comm: “He’s activating the legacy wipe! All council bloodlines! He’s purging everything!” Jian lunged. Steel clashed. Ezra met him head-on. They fought like shadows—brother against brother, betrayal on every blow.