Novel & Cerita Targaryen Bloodline

The blue flame in the lantern guttered, throwing his features into sharper relief — pale skin, sharp lines, the faint pulse of something not entirely human beneath. “She isn’t just the daughter of her father and mother,” Cyran said softly. “She carries an inheritance older than both. Her mother’s bloodline—pure vampire of the First Blood—should have died out ages ago. But something... awakened in her mother before Arya was born. A fusion.” Kaid’s heart beat once, heavy. “A fusion?” “The crossing of two incompatible magics,” Adam said. “Your kind’s life-force and ours. Her mother survived it long enough to bring Arya into the world. Then the balance broke. And she—”

But he had been planning this all along. 'Why me?' I asked, the words shaking. 'Why not kill me that night?' He tilted his head. 'Because you are the key. The Lost Bloodline is not a myth, Aria. It’s an equation, and you are the missing variable. Your power isn’t evolution—it’s correction. A return to what we were meant to be before the divide.' I didn’t understand, not fully—but part of me felt it. The ancient pull in my veins, the voice that had whispered in my dreams since I first shifted.

How did they miss this! “VALOR??!! VALOR!” I mind link him. Before I had a chance to call him again. the vampire walked in, his wounds already healed, and clothes changed. “My King, please forgive me”, he bowed. Valor was faithful and loyal to me. I have known him for centuries and trusted him fully. A son of my vampire brother Goran, Valor was technically my nephew, although as he was not born from the first blood, we did not really consider each other family. Only the first blood creations were immediate family, which did not include Catherine. She was created much later, yet Lakota always called her little sister. After the first blood everything else Mother created was diluted, younger

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

“Value and skill means nothing if she can’t get over the line..” Varok’s eyes remained forward. “She can be corrected.” Selkar laughed softly, the tone dry. “No,” the elder murmured. “She cannot be corrected forever.” The room turned toward him. Selkar slowly raised his gaze. “You all continue speaking of her as if she is merely damaged stock.” “She is not.” Thorne folded his arms. “Then speak plainly. What is she?” Selkar’s voice lowered. “The girl carries the blood of House Vaelaris.” Everyone in the room stilled…

he said after a pause. “The Stoneheart bloodline seat,” “Why would there be?” he asked. “I am marrying Daniel Taylor,” Jason, his voice instantly turned cold, “A slight connection to a bloodline is not enough. Besides, it cannot be proven nor will the bloodline tree react,” The bloodline tree is the root of the Great families. It would only react to the bloodline of a great house. This was basically a child dreaming of unicorns. “What if I can make the tree react? What if I have evidence that they really are from that bloodline?”

Too dangerous to leave uncontained. Elias inclines his head slightly. “We will not waste time. Succession is no longer theoretical.” I lean back in my chair. “It never is to you.” “The Valencia line is the last unbroken pureblood line,” he continues. “Without an heir...” “I know the Accords,” I cut in. “Purebloods must breed true or the hybrids rise. You have been reciting that law to me since I was old enough to sit at a table like this. Spare me.”

someone said quietly. Silence fell. “No,” I whispered, trying to convince them—or maybe myself. “That can’t be. They’re just infants.” “They’re not just anything,” the lead Lord said. “They’re the product of a line that should have never crossed. Alpha and the golden bloodline. Bloodlines that were never meant to merge.” “And now the realms will bleed for it.” I pressed my palms to my temples. “We can stop this. There’s still time.” “Are you sure about that?” The Lord’s tone was sharp. “Can you still control yourself?”

He began to read. “There was an Alpha born in the First War when man and wolf were one, whose shadow consumed kingdoms. His power opposed death, his will opposed the moon. And we the Lannisters, bound him.” Kol froze. His throat tightened. Elias frowned. “Bound him?” Kol continued, his tone hardening. “Through the blood of kin, we sealed his spirit within our line. His dominance became our birthright, his wrath our protection. Thus we became unbreakable, for we carried his curse as our crown.”

I care not for their opinions, for the lion does not consider the sheep’s drivel. Regardless of her legitimacy, Cercei carries my blood within her veins. The endless lineage of the Alpha King courses through her. She is, after all, my firstborn, inheriting my strength, intellect, and power. Disposing of her would be a wasteful act; besides, she’s my pawn and a giveaway bride.