Tekken: Bloodline Cast Novels & Stories

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.”

“We don’t want war, Logan. Not yet. We want memory.” “Memory?” He nodded slowly. “Long ago, a choice was made. A bloodline was broken. Hidden, forgotten. But blood doesn’t forget. It waits. And now, it wakes.” “You’re part of that bloodline?” I asked. His smile vanished. “I am that bloodline.” Then he raised his hand and drew a blade from his side. It shimmered in the moonlight—silver-black, shaped like a claw. “This belonged to him,” he said.

“Tonight, under the blood moon, we witness the passing of power. Alpha Alexander Laurent, step forward.” Alpha Alexander approached the altar. In his hand was the ceremonial dagger—the same blade used by his father “I, Alexander Laurent, Alpha of the Silverthorn Pack, renounce my title and pass it to my son, my blood, my successor.” He sliced his palm and let his blood fall on the stone. “By blood and moon, I release my hold.” The ground itself seemed to hum as the blood moon overheard pulsed brighter. “Ethan Laurent,” Sage said, “step forward and claim your birthright.”

But I was too distracted to feel comforted. She leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t make a scene, Diana. Trust me.” Her words were a gentle breeze in the chaos, but I was too busy trying to make sense of what was happening to heed her advice. “Topic: Supernatural Hierarchy and Transformation,” the second teacher, a pale woman with hair like silk and a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, announced. “There are three known bloodlines…. The Moon-Bound, the Hollow-Eyed, and the Burned Claw. Today, we discuss their rites of ascension…”

“The prophecy also spoke of other things which are of a second bloodline. A twin line. One that in an unimaginable way, mirrors yours... but this time, with darkness instead of light.” Kale’s brows furrowed, totally confused. “What exactly does that mean?” “It simply means that your blood, as has been registered in your head, isn’t the only one being sought,” Maester Kyn said gravely. “And unfortunately, if that twin line happens to be awakened before Serena fulfills her role, everything will fall apart.” My chest tightened on hearing that. “Who exactly holds that blood?” Kyn hesitated, like he was unsure of what to say. “That… we don’t know. But there are whispers… that it might be someone

Something in my chest that has been in one position for eleven days shifts. "Vienna reported in this morning." He crosses to my desk. Sets down a single printed page with the deliberate care of someone who has thought carefully about how to deliver something. "Prague went dark yesterday. Lisbon haven't responded to three separate messages." He pauses. His voice doesn't change — he's too good for that — but something behind his eyes does. "The degradation pattern is consistent across all five bloodlines. Starts eleven days ago. Simultaneously." Another pause. "To the hour."

It for protection incase something goes wrong and I can actually communicate to my back up. "He is right behind you"Tessa notify me and I adjusted myself and turn only to meet Tommy Costello. Tommy Costello is the next in line to lead the notorious gang and unfortunately he is one person that won't allow you near Rainal O'Brien except from business. "Are you crazy, this is Tommy"I started walking away from them even before I could see Rainal my new target" "You need to do this?" "Tessa!" "Someone on the line?"There isn't any respond.

The immense force was enough to break his bones. “We are going to do to you what you did to Sheldon!” Taren felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Yet, before he could react, Ashblood charged at him with his blade swinging. The blade sliced through Taren’s back, creating a deep wound, and instantly dyed his shirt red. Martin Jakeman and Vanessa Harris attacked Taren from both sides, while Jamie Sunder and Stephen Cole threw a barrage of punches straight at the monk. Taren lost his footing and could only get hit by the assaults. There was no way for him to escape.

Cherie says, in a small voice and Uncle Kon quirks up an eyebrow. “You’re a timid little thing, but there’s Beta blood in you; I can tell,” he says. “Are you a warrior?” “She’s an MMA fighter and knocked me the fuck out when we met,” I say. Uncle Kon blinks at this, then he looks at me and back at Cherie before bursting out with laughter. Yeah, normal guys would be embarrassed for getting KO’d like I did at the hand of this little mouse. But not me; I’m proud as fuck that she held her own and knocked me out while Haze was in control.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.