Tekken: Bloodline Cast Novels & Stories

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. Maximus could still see the line there and he looked at Ryker who then transformed back. Ryker wheezed and his body shook alongside. He shook his head and said, “I can’t do it.” “What do you mean you can’t?” Maximus asked. “Are we just going to leave Cassian to die then?” “Wait,” Remus said. “What?” Maximus asked. Remus trailed his finger along the line on Cassian’s neck and arm. “I think it stopped moving,” he said.

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.

—THE ANCIENT AWAKENING A blast of energy burst from Ava’s chest—the obsidian pendant burned white-hot. The blood on her skin shimmered, then lifted into the air like smoke. The Moon above turned fully crimson. A voice filled the chamber—not hers. But a thousand voices—women long dead, wolves long buried. “We are the Bloodline. We remember.” “We were never yours to bind.” The silver shackles melted. The Moon Blade cracked. Ava rose from the altar—eyes glowing white. Hair whipping behind her like wildfire. The Elders backed away in fear. The crowd fell silent.

Now that they realized I was a Silvermoon Wolf, suddenly, I was all they could see. Emma’s cries echoed through the chamber, but they acted as though she were not even there. I nodded slowly. “Fine. Let’s test now.” The chief arbiter solemnly placed a new Lineage Stone on the raised platform. I stepped forward, nicked my fingertip with a silver blade, and let a crimson drop fall onto the stone. My parents followed. Their hands trembled as they added their own blood. In an instant, the stone flared bright red—the bloodline was confirmed.

"That's training. Not talent." "And talent?" "You don't have talent." He strikes, Wind element feint, Fire follow-up. "You have something else. Something that makes your combat instinct work differently." Another exchange. "What is it?" "Complicated bloodline," I say. He blocks my Iron Palm counter, absorbs the force, redirects. Good technique. "The Void Lineage rumors in Elder Qian's research notes?" I pause. He uses the pause — Wind sprint, closing distance, and I have to Shadow Walk to avoid the Fire impact that follows.

The warriors who had been casually stretching or laughing froze, their instincts screaming at them to drop to their knees. Kaelen didn't say a word. He stripped off his outer leather coat, letting it fall to the dirt, exposing the corded muscle of his arms and chest. His amber eyes, still glowing with Ravok's golden fire, swept across the front rank, specifically targeting the wolf who had deliberately shoulder-checked Carys into the gravel. "Form up," his voice echoed off the high stone walls, dropping an octave into a gravelly, lethal baritone. The squad scrambled into line, their postures stiff with sudden dread.

Toni Pedrosa Bodyguard Report Profile, no. Wait. I grab properly the piece of paper and check it out. Toni Pedrosa? Toni? That name reminds me of Eren’s friend. But is that Eren real name? I never knew that he was named Toni too. But what about his name Eren? It’s written nowhere on the paper. Anyway, I will ask him later. I continue reading. There is his name, age, address, role, skills, height, weight and so on. At the end my eyes flash on his status. My hands start trembling.

"Ahem… This is a subject about which I am somewhat knowledgeable. Since the dawn of time, bloodline warriors have existed. These people have an exterior resemblance to us but have a different blood type." "They all progress much more quickly than regular people, which is something they all have in common. A bloodline knight was engaged in combat with some experts in the Azure Dragon City, as I once witnessed. The expert was defeated as soon as the angry knight's entire body turned blood red and roared in rage." "Let alone fighting those of the same level," said the person, "these people could fight people of higher levels!" "Are you certain? You've got to be kidding!" "It could be correct! T

she said sternly to the surprise of her parents, who glared at each other. "No Diala, you can't; this is far more dangerous," her mother let out, her sight remedied on her daughter. "No, mother," Diala rebuked, nodding her head, "I have fought far more dangerous wars, and I defeated all my opponents without any stress. Tomorrow, my servants and I will go over to the kingdom of Linerdo, and I will give Robert my word to fight this war with him," she declared, staring at her father.

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."