The Blood Legacy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“What’s really happening is that you keep showing up in my life pretending you’re doing me a favor.” He stood slowly, adjusting his cufflinks like he had all the time in the world. “You still think this is about love, don’t you?” His tone was quiet but it still sounded harsh. My pulse picked up. “If it’s not, then what is it?” As Cassian stepped closer, his shoes barely made a sound against the polished floor. “Legacy,” he said simply. “That’s what this has always been about.” He took one more step. “The Council wants to merge our bloodlines. My influence and your growing power. Together, we’d be untouchable.”

“I have your daughter.” The line went dead silent. “I’ll text you the location. Come alone,” I said calmly. “Or the last memory you’ll have of her will be the sound of her screaming.” “You bastard—” I hung up. I stared at the screen for a long moment. My hand trembled slightly, but not from fear. From exhilaration. The kind that simmers just beneath the surface like a beast pacing in its cage. Nikolai. Dante. Even Alessia. They all thought they could escape the gravity of their bloodlines. But I know the truth: legacy is a curse. One passed from father to son, mother to daughter.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

He recalled the long summers spent running through the dense forests and swimming in the lake. But those memories were tinged with bitterness, tainted by the knowledge of his family’s dark history. His grandfather, once alpha of a different pack, had succumbed to the allure of power and wealth, and had challenged the alpha of the Moonlit pack, because he wanted the alpha of alphas title. A bloody war had followed because no one really wanted Seth on that throne. His own father had done nothing but obey Seth’s demands and let his fated mate wither away in pain. Knowing his mate, he had chosen another for Seth and had killed her slowly and painfully. Sebastian had vowed never to follow in thei

Then i quietly came out of the car and walked into the building through the wall and made my way into the bank , i knew the smell of the blood I was looking for , it was stashed at the end of the blood shelf rack because there is nobody asking of the blood due to it being old blood , what they did not know is that blood is the single most important blood mutation of this century, because they is from an extinct tribe called the people of Cuna with a special mutation in their blood. On getting to the back I saw several ziploc bags filled with blood, I knew that I cannot carry it that way so stretching out my cap and then pulled out 40 gallons from it and and then using the spells I learnt fro

The only thing you ever inherited was your mother’s cruelty. The whole place went silent. I could feel the tension charged between us like electric waves. Camille looked like she had seen a ghost, her expression stuck somewhere between shock and pain. ‘Liora,’ Helena whispered, already rising as if to hit me. Camille dashed out of the room, her sobs following her. Helena became confused between going after her daughter or hitting me. She later settled on going after her daughter, leaving me alone with my father’s corpse. ‘We’d want to wheel him to the morgue now,’ the nurse said to me in a calm tone.

Such a thing was truly a stroke of luck for Long Chen; he never expected that those mindless spirits could be such a valuable source for obtaining a legacy. “So, is this how they obtain their legacies?” Long Chen pondered regarding that strange realm of legacies. Each color was different; Long Chen could now tell that white would only grant a legacy from an immortal being, followed by green, red, yellow, silver, gold, and so on. Each color symbolized how powerful the legacy they would receive within the legacy realm. Of course, the dangers of the legacy realm weren’t just the living monsters—they also had to be careful when absorbing each legacy.

After all, in their eyes, what could possibly be valuable about some old grave in the middle of nowhere? I stood by the upstairs window, watching Wallace's car disappear down the road, and a faint smile curved on my lips. There was something inside that safe—but it wasn't some priceless set of bonds. It was my real birth certificate and the evidence my father had left behind to prove Olivia's financial crimes. In my last life, I had almost gotten my hands on them. But before I could, they forced me to marry Abby, and my plan for revenge fell apart. This time, I'd let that fool guard the evidence for me.