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After hearing what Maiko Chiba said, Alex Rockefeller scratched his head. He was put in a tight spot now. This blood pool was filled with sticky blood from black cats. There was probably even human blood from those nine resentful spirits before they died. Moreover, if Alex’s guess wasn’t wrong, those nine people could very likely be people with unique bloodlines too. They were the kind of people with activated bloodlines. The problem was that the blood pool was way too disgusting. How would an ordinary person like Alex dare to go down there?

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.”

"How did you—" "We didn't send that. The Bloodline did. Three hours ago. We intercepted it." Luna leaned forward. "They're already targeting people connected to you. Using your loved ones as leverage. So you can tell us what we need to know, or you can wait for them to make good on their threat. Your choice." Viktor slumped. "The Bloodline. Twenty-three confirmed members. Ex-military. Ex-Circle. Ex-government. All people who benefited from the old system want it back."

“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.

“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.

Ever since she arrived at Blackthorn, it hadn’t appeared and she would have preferred it that way, but now, she feared it won’t always be like that anymore. On her arm, she saw the lines again, like vines twisting and circling. It moved on its own and it had a glow of its own—a faint one. She raised her arm and watched it closely, not understanding what it was and why it chose her out of the billions of people alive. Or could it be that she wasn’t the only one? Like how she discovered that there are vampires and wolves in the school, could there be more out there? Even from her other school?

he asked. Hands shot up. I stared at my notebook. “Bloodfang,” someone said. “Moonveil. Ashpaw. And.. uh.. Stormend?” “Close, Stormend didn’t join the list until some hundred years ago” Thorne replied, pacing. “The actual fourth bloodline was called Nightborne, but they were erased from the record. Ask your parents about them. You’ll get nothing but silence.” Lila nudged me under the desk. “Creepy. Yet.. I Love it.”

Even though the Apex Clan had chosen to remain in seclusion, they would not allow others to wreak havoc in Aurelia, even if they were outmatched. Henry, who was supposed to have arrived long ago, was still nowhere to be seen. Flynn could not help but find Henry's absence arrogant and disrespectful. Given Henry's young age, Flynn doubted Henry's strength compared to his own. After all, Flynn possessed the Phoenix Bloodline, one of the two most powerful bloodlines in existence. Although he had not undergone enlightenment, his talents were exceptional. Just as Flynn was criticizing Henry inwardly, he sensed a familiar energy approaching—the unmistakable presence of a Phoenix Bloodline. He turne

I was about to take action when one of the men, tall, toned body, curly brown hair, stepped forward with a stern face, his gaze fixed on me with no fear in it. “I have sworn loyalty to the one and only true Alpha who will unite the realm, and that is Alpha Aemond of the BloodMoon pack! So you can…..” The whizzing sound of the bullet was all that was heard, followed by the loud thud of his cold body on the floor. Blood gushing behind his head from the hole the bullet bore through his skull. The rest were mortified, trembling at the sight of their dead colleague. “Anybody want to take the quick way out?” I queried.