The Bloodline System Novels & Stories

He explained it slowly, the way you explained something to a person who needed time to absorb each piece before you handed them the next one. His voice was old and careful and held the particular quality of a man who had been keeping this information alive in silence for a very long time and was relieved, finally, to release it. A Bloodanchor was not a wolf gift in the traditional sense. It was something older than wolf gifts. Older than pack structures, older than Alpha bloodlines, older than most of the magic the known territories had forgotten they once knew. It was a bloodline ability - passed matrilineally, mother to daughter, skipping generations without warning, appearing when the wor

“What is the Right of Blood Duel?” Kane, who stood among the witnesses, spoke up, his voice tense with barely contained anger. “It’s a system for settling disputes. When two leaders both claim rights to the same bloodline, they can resolve it through combat. The winner gets everything—the bloodline, pack loyalty, everything.” “Marcus has no claim to my bloodline,” I protested. “He’s neither my mate nor my father—”

she said to him. “The vials are on the table,” I said to her, and she picked them up. Dr. Foirbeis handed her an empty vial and she mixed half of our blood together. “Once I start the spell, the blood will turn white and gold, which signifies the blood bond to the mother, then it will change to the father’s colors, before returning back to red,” Gwyneth said, and I nodded.

"Does that mean the Moon Goddess made a mistake this time?" Another question popped up. "What do you mean, Victoria? The Moon Goddess knows what she’s doing. She doesn’t make mistakes." "I’m just stating the obvious. Isn’t your dad an Alpha? Mine is, and so are all of you here.. But she, she is half werewolf, half witch." Victoria shot back. "What are you saying, Victoria? She has more Alpha blood than you do. She’s got the Wolf King bloodline." "She’s even the White Wolf. How can you say that, Victoria?"

I feel peaceful and happy. Chen flipped the next page. 'Bloodlines... they are a heritage present in every living being— beast, plant, or human. Bloodlines do not mean the blood flowing within one's body. It is a complete heritage. A bloodline births a martial soul, innate talent, and physically unique qualities. So, a bloodline can only be recorded by measuring the mentioned areas of interest. This is the only thing a person needs to know about bloodlines.' The definition was written in the middle of the yellowed parchment and there was nothing else.

Bloodline power was the only vessel that could contain ancestral skills and divine techniques of major families that had ascended to the higher realm. It was unmatched by sacred lands in Southsky, Midland and other regions. Though some founders of sacred land sects succeeded in becoming a celestial, it was essentially not possible to pass down their bloodline's power.

I walked into the store, dropping off my hunting tools before stepping into the house to freshen up. I walked into the shower, turning on the knob. I pressed my hands against the wall, bowing my hair allowing the cold water to splatter on my head and drip down through my face. Aemond’s words still echoed in my mind as though he was standing behind me. I turned around wiping water off my face immediately but saw nothing. It was just me and my thoughts. “Lyra is the key. Her bloodline—do you even understand what that means? If she’s truly the one, your reign would not just be as Alpha—it would be as a god among men.”

Bienley smiled at their sons and stared at Justin. "Can you imagine that Justin? You can have a child with Cullen and Dalton's blood...yours and Zack's blood. The dream I wanted to have is given to you. You will carry Zack's child inside your body...that child will grow inside you until you can bring him/her out of the world. You will watch Zack's child grow and you will hear and feel the heartbeat that would eternally bind you and Zack for a lifetime" Bienley continued to explain.

She looked down and saw that, at some point, both of their palms had been cut open. Blood welled out and merged, indistinguishable from one another. She instinctively tried to pull back, but Lucia held her fast. Those withered fingers carried unexpected strength. "Child, do not be afraid. Bloodline inheritance works much like a virus. It only requires the blending of blood," Lucia explained. Isolde stared at the mingled blood, an indescribable feeling stirring in her chest. 'Such a miraculous inheritance has been carried out so casually? It even resembles… an HIV infection?' Another thought flashed through her mind. 'Is that why she had insisted on checking Aurelia's bloodline? Had a previou

“Well, try to explain it to me somehow.” A few people shift and Alaric’s lips twitch. I shoot him a look and he pretends to stop smiling. The healer clears her throat. “Blood carries more than life. It carries lineage.” I listen to her as she continues. “In werewolves, particularly within powerful bloodlines, that lineage can be recognized.” She looks toward Alaric. Then Elias. “As such, an unborn pup will carry traces of its father’s bloodline.” “And the ritual can identify it.” I finish for her.