Solo Sikoa Bloodline の小説・ストーリー

"Yes, I met my mate and I think she is a descedant from your bloodline. I want to know when she is born, please Dahlia." Orion looked like he didn't want to live anymore and I think Dahlia noticed this. "I can't tell you when Poppy is born but I can tie you to Willow's bloodline because I can't have children so she must be from Willow's blood in that case. Wait here" Dahlia said and hurried after Willow. She came back after a short while with a bowl with blood in it. "This will bind you to her bloodline but it will be both a gift and a curse, are you sure of this?" she asked and Orion nodded and glanced at me and I smiled a little smile and nodded.

Right after Ethan and I announced our mating ceremony, his childhood sweetheart from the pack, Sophia, came rushing back. And she flat-out demanded I go through a "bloodline trial." "Someone like you, a wolf outcast, you're definitely up to no good. You have to pass this month-long bloodline trial before our pack will accept your mating!" With Ethan basically giving them the nod, Sophia and her pack betas put me through hell. They deliberately messed with my moonlight alchemy circle, almost tore my mind apart.

That bloodline. Alice? She was a threat to that. She left him, but not quietly. She fled to Dominic Grey. A name whispered like a death sentence. No one challenged Dominic. Not even Christopher. Not when he had the black market, and the loyalty of entire cartels. A notorious scavenging felon willing to gut someone alive who accidentally stares at him. Alice gave birth to a girl, Jewel Grey. It was Dominic’s. But Christopher insanely wanted Alice. So instead of fighting to win her back, Christopher settled for what was left.

Damien said quietly. "I knew it was a possibility," Silas said. "The records were specific. Luna bond with human bloodline during conflict produces what they called a Prime. A child with authority over wolves that is not limited by pack structure or bloodline loyalty. Something that could command any wolf regardless of their allegiance." He paused. "Bloodclaw has been looking for this for years. They have been tracking luna bloodlines and old records across three territories trying to find any evidence that it could happen again."

This time—it was inevitability. Kael spoke first. “There were bloodlines,” he said slowly, choosing each word carefully. “Long before any of this. Before the packs became what they are now. Before the structures, the rules, the control. Some lines carried… more than others.” Aria felt the echo react instantly. Not violently. But with recognition. “And mine?” she asked. Kael’s jaw tightened. “Yours was one of the strongest.” Ronan added quietly, “One of the last.”

Dante asked quietly, "is she?" Katrina's smile widened. "Silvermoon bloodline. The last one. The bloodline every pack thought was extinct.”

DAMIAN Soren sat across from us and took his time before speaking, which I respected. Raze had been watching him carefully since he arrived. "Victor's plan has two parts," Soren said finally. "Most people only know the first one. The legal challenge, the secondary bond claim, the hunter network. That's the visible part." "And the second part?" I asked. Soren looked at Aria. "Cael Maren's bloodline carries more than hybrid strength," he said. "More than power or control or anything Mara already explained to you." He paused briefly. "Cael discovered it three months before he died. He told only one person."

I asked again, my voice growing soft as I spotted tears sliding down her cheeks. “I'm sorry, brother!” She managed to say, her brows knitted together in remorse. “I never knew what it signified and who I was until a few months back when I realized…I… was the last bloodline of the Moonlit Pack, the direct descendants of the Moon goddess!” She explained. My hands began to tremble. I shuddered, blinking uncontrollably just to avoid my emotions pouring down from my eyes. “She's the one!” I muttered to myself.

Anuradha would die, Avanti fell to her knees and began to cry. Mr. Ajay asked his son to find the blood type from other sources. Abhishek nods, he turns around leaving when I call him back."Abhishek, hold on please,?" I said. He took a stop and turned back to face me. "Yes! What is it?" He replied. I backed up a little from everyone and came to the doctor. "Sir, can you please take my blood, I match," I said to him.

“No. I won’t let him steal what’s mine.” “You mean ours,” my father says. My jaw tightens. “No. Mine.” Sebastian speaks, his voice rough. “Even if we expose Carlos, it won’t be enough. Not if the pack’s scared.” “Then we give them something to believe in,” I say. “Something stronger than fear.” “Like what?” my father asks. I hesitate. Then I say it. “Me.” They both look at me, surprised. “I’m done waiting for approval. Done playing by their rules. I’ll show them I’m worthy of the bloodline.”