Supernatural: Bloodlines Mga Nobela at Kwento

Worse of all…Kaelric prayed he hadn’t taken Elira against her will. It would cross the fine line between his dignified nature and the brutality of kings like Gryphon and Lord Orc who took innocent maidens as prey without their consent. The curtains to the inner room were unshed and the chief priestess appeared with the gallipot. “My king,” she bowed and presented the drops of the child’s blood to him. He gave a nod and she proceeded with the ritual, heating the blood over a flame. Despite the scorching heat from boiling, the chief priestess raised the gallipot heavenward with her bare hands and muttered ancient spells.

The blinding overhead lights hummed, a low, vibrating frequency that made my teeth ache. "The neural pathways are resisting the rewrite," a man’s voice murmured from the shadows behind me. Analytical. Cold. My father. "We need to increase the voltage to the cerebral cortex before the serum sets." "No! Mommy, please! It hurts!" I heard my own childhood voice shriek, a raw, terrified sound that tore at my chest. "Make it stop! Please!" A woman stepped into the light, her face partially hidden by a surgical mask, but her pale blue eyes were completely detached, staring down at me as if I were a science experiment rather than her daughter. She held a heavy, pneumatic syringe filled with a thick,

“That is an Irwin child, Alpha - the Irwin child. I knew Markus, I knew what that monster looked like, and she’s just like him.” The alpha glanced back at me, his eyes narrowing, but I saw the way his pupils had dilated first. It didn’t matter who I was, I was still his mate. “Omari, my mate is to be taken to my suite. Immediately.” “B-But Alpha!” stuttered the other man with them. “She’s- she’s an Irwin! Her father is a traitor, scum of the earth.” “Yes,” Omari agreed. “He was a traitor to his previous pack, Alpha. Killed his beta. You can see why it might make me a bit uneasy to allow his daughter into the packhouse. Alpha, what if she is just the same? She-”

Alpha Collen mumbled in excitement. "But there is a little problem." The beta said. "What problem?" "The seer (witch) of the pack mentioned that the child in your mate womb is carrying the last bloodline of your great grandparents." He added. "That is not a problem, my child is special then, you know I heard from my parents that my great grandfather was a big red and black werewolf, I wonder what colour my child will be, even if my child doesn't inherit I or my mate's colour of the wolf, I know my child will have those wolf yellowish eyes just like every one of us here in our pack."

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

The Dustmother moves closer. “If you rise, child of ash, the sky will bleed each year.The land will harden.The bloodline will twist.” Seren blinks. “What bloodline? I have no heir. I have no mate.” The spirit touches her chest. “You carry one.In soul, if not in womb.A future already begun.” Seren staggers a half-step back. Not in denial. In awe. “If I stop,” she whispers, “what happens?” “The storm fades.” “And the God Below?”

“They received an order to go investigate the temple after making their report, but none of them returned. We believe it was one of the original sacred sites, built by the first shifters to settle in these lands.” “The first shifters?” Sera asked, her voice tight with concern. Elder Selene pulled an ancient scroll out of nowhere. It’d browned at the edges, and the words were fading. “According to the records, there were three bloodlines that came to these lands centuries ago. The Solaris line, known for its healing abilities. The Lunaris line, masters of shadow and stealth. And the Stellaris line, whose members possessed the rare ability to see glimpses of the future.”

"Bloodlines vary in nature and attribute. Most bloodlines differ from each other. However, children from the same family tend to develop the same abilities due to this very same bloodline. The thing about bloodlines is that when they develop in a family, that family will continue to possess the abilities pertaining to that bloodline even after countless millennia. Unfortunately, the amount of abilities or the power of the abilities that a descendent of a family bloodline can inherit will depend on the density of his or her bloodline. This is the normal bloodline awakening that I'm sure you are all aware of. The uncommon bloodline awakening is the fusion of two bloodlines- the new awakening.

Bloodline power was the only vessel that could contain ancestral skills and divine techniques of major families that had ascended to the higher realm. It was unmatched by sacred lands in Southsky, Midland and other regions. Though some founders of sacred land sects succeeded in becoming a celestial, it was essentially not possible to pass down their bloodline's power.