The Bloodline System Novels & Stories

"Hmm, the bloodline of the Alchemy?" Hearing Old Nine's words, Zephyr Khan couldn't help but frown again. He naturally knew about the bloodline, but he had never met it before. Origin Blood was a unique bloodline. It was rare to see it once every 10,000 years. However, the power of this bloodline was extremely strange! That was because a warrior with this bloodline could communicate and merge with his deceased ancestor through the power of this bloodline. By saving Focus in this way, the other party could temporarily borrow the strength of the Fallen Ancestor to fight against the enemy!

My house was still burning and I came out from its depth, stood there for a moment in dark, watching it burn to the ground the one mighty Jonas villa was now burning to ashes, who might have wondered if this could be the way for the tragic end of the Jonas Dynasty. When I was looking at my burning house I could hear the voices of celebration from the house next door, it was all sort of happy screams of congratulation, it was the Forbes, celebrating the death and defeat of my family but they were unaware the eldest son of the dynasty was still alive and he would not rest until he make all those people pay their debts who are responsible for his family’s death and in that moment I decided tha

After a little while Mains waved me to follow him to the srchives room, and we made our way downstairs. "I think I'm on the brink of a major discovery, Theo," Mains said as we shuffled down the stairs, "I found an old account of the town from just after the Alpha bloodline changed." "The bloodline changed?" I asked, taken aback by the unusual nature of his words. Generally an Alpha passed down the role through blood, the firstborn leading the pack. Packs could be overtaken, or merged with other packs through mate marriage or war, but it was highly unusual for a new Alpha bloodline to emerge.

They were previously seven in number but reduced to five. There’s Tina—Andrew’s venomous girlfriend. Dave—his ever-loyal best friend. Frederick— the quiet brute. Ava—don’t let the smile fool you. She’s cold. They’re all always together and always bullying like they have nothing better to do with their lives. The Bloodline had existed for seven generations in this school. With each generation came a new heir, a new group of successors destined to carry on the legacy. Cilia and I? We were heirs too—by blood. But when our older siblings left, we were automatically removed from the heir.

She bent close to the inked lines, eyes losing their surface sharpness and taking on the inward tilt Evelyn recognized as the beginning of a reading. “Moonsblood will ask a price,” Aleta said after a quiet minute. She kept her voice level, as if naming weather. “Not in blood, necessarily. But in truth. The man who called you will not accept victory if it comes too easily. He needs a story worth telling himself. You cannot change that. You can only refuse to be written in his evil script.” “We had planned for that,” Damon said.

“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.

"I’ve confirmed it, Mrs. Ashford. Twenty years ago, Mr. Ashford fathered a daughter with a woman from the countryside. I collected hair samples from their home. The DNA test is underway." I looked at Adrian’s still-handsome face and felt nothing but disgust. He clutched my arm, frantic. "Please, help Serena. You owe her your gratitude. She saved my life! And besides, she’s your daughter." I had just brought Lila home from the hospital, yet he couldn’t spare a glance at his real child. Every word from his mouth was about Serena. I pulled out Lila’s scans to show him. He knocked them from my hands.

For the first time since arriving, he sounded tired. “The problem is that impossible things keep happening.” Nobody argued with that. Because looking around, impossible seemed to be the theme of our lives. My mother continued. “When the Bloodline chooses an heir, it usually settles inside one person.” Her gaze moved between Lucien and me. “This time it didn’t.” The meaning hit me immediately. The Bloodline had split not because something went wrong but because it chose to. My stomach dropped. “You’re saying…” My voice faded. I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

It is crude, uninhibited, yet it exists. "Why me?" I whisper, barely audible. "Why do I have this—this power?" Lucian is indecisive in response. The lineage of your blood is unique, Freya. With something old, some mighty thing it brings. But that will get you, too, a target. The words of his send chills up my spine. "A target for who?" "Everyone," he says simply. The rascals, Kane, even your pack, if they had known what was right.

They were testing the fences, looking for weakness in the new wolf. "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. It didn't come from Min. Elder Park, Underboss One, set his tea cup down. The sound was deafening. He looked around the room, his gaze heavy with decades of violence. "The bloodline is the law," Park rumbled. "The Chairman chose his heir. The Heir has cleaned the house. If anyone wishes to join Kang in his 'resignation,' speak now." The room went deadly still. Park’s endorsement was the seal of legitimacy.