The Originals Bloodlines นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She looked down at his chest as more blood trickled down, his heart pounding slowly, his breathing pace reducing. Quickly, she pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, cut out a lace from the end of her gown, and quickly muffled it inside the hole the dagger created. With her eyes closed, she bent closer to him, his face meeting hers and gently she inhaled through his nostril, her powers pouring into him fiercely. Suddenly, green smoke emits from his mouth, his heartbeat begins to race faster as each finger in his hands vibrates. Merga watched as her powers slowly revived him, the blood on him drying up immediately. Slowly his eyes began to open, Merga's heart began to pound faster as she r

"Raven, our son is special. We'll ensure his safety and yours." Raven's tears returned, her heart overflowing. "I'll do anything for him, Niklaus." On the screen, Oliver continued to thrive, his heartbeat strong. The room fell silent, anticipation building. Dr. Brooks's voice softened. "Raven, your transformation is accelerating. Your DNA markers indicate a rare, ancient vampire bloodline." Niklaus's grip on Raven's hand tightened, his eyes burning with concern. "What does this mean for our son?" Dr. Brooks hesitated. "Oliver's vampiric needs are drawing from Raven's. Their bond is... extraordinary."

"According to these final passages, your father believed the bloodlines were preserved deliberately, scattered and diluted to protect them from those who would destroy them, but destined to reunite when the need was greatest." "The Convergence Prophecy," I realised. "It wasn't just about restoring the ley lines—it was about restoring balance to the supernatural world itself." Alpha Logan nodded solemnly. "A balance that Nightshade and her kind have corrupted for centuries." Matthias reached for my hand, his small fingers twining with mine. Through our strengthened bond, I could feel both his exhaustion and his exhilaration. "Father knew," he said quietly. "That's why they targeted our family

Kaelric let go of her shoulders and took a step backward, clenching his hand into a tight fist, his fingernails reopening the knife cut. “How did you carry my seed without a divination?! Without a ritual?!” “—I don’t—” “Where are you from, which kingdom do you serve?!” “I-I can't remember.” She whimpered, shaking her head. He raised a fist to his lips and sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he tried to piece together the blank pages but it further enraged him to decipher how a slave’s womb could nurture a king’s blood, not just any blood: Dragonblood.

"Which part exactly do you want to explain?" "All of it. The whole truth." My mother shifted and the chains clinked against the stone floor. "Your grandmother and I were friends once, many years ago. Before she disappeared without a trace. She told me things about your family bloodline that no one else knew." Tehila stiffened beside me. "What things?" "Your bloodline carries pure Alpha blood going back to the original packs, the founding wolves." My mother's eyes gleamed with something close to reverence. "Undiluted, unbroken, passed down through the female line specifically. Rare but valuable beyond measure."

She pressed her palm to the Sanctum door, and it blazed with memories older than both of them. I watched through my father's eyes as the truth unfolded. Richard Blackthorne, Marcus's father, standing before a council of Lunar Witches thirty years ago. "The bloodlines are too diluted. We need concentration. Power distilled into a single vessel." "That would require specific pairings," the eldest witch replied. "Hunter and Primordial. Predator and prey becoming one." "Then we arrange it. David Rivera has the right bloodline – descended from the Wolf Hunters who nearly destroyed us. Seraphina Erebis carries the Primordial flame. Their child would be—"

“About Adrian.” My heart stops. “The turning,” Vera says gently. “It’s not permanent. Not completely.” I stare. “What do you mean?” “There’s a cure,” Lucira says. “One cure. The blood of the true mate, willingly given under the Bloodline Eclipse. Royal hybrid blood offered with love can burn the sire bond away forever.” I sit up too fast, head spinning. “You’re saying if I give him my blood during the eclipse…” “He’ll be free,” Vera finishes. “Human again. Or as close as he can get.”

I pressed my lips together and breathed through it. "Okay," I said when I trusted my voice again. "Okay. So Cael was my biological father. A hybrid alpha. The hunters have been tracking his bloodline." I looked at Mara directly. "What does that mean? What is it about the bloodline specifically that makes them this desperate?" Mara reached to the shelf behind her and pulled down one of the bound notebooks, setting it on the table between us. She opened it to a page near the middle that had a dense handwriting, diagrams, and a sketch of what looked like a family tree with certain names underlined twice.

Zara sat straight, listening intently. “Decades ago,” Adrian began, his voice taking on the tone of someone recounting history, “the world was chaotic. Wars, corruption, powerful men doing whatever they wanted with no check and balance. So a group of the most brilliant minds, strongest warriors, and wealthiest families came together. They created a system behind the scenes to keep the world from destroying itself.” “They became the judges?” Zara asked. “And the executioners,” Adrian finished calmly. “But they also became the protectors. Your grandfather… your father’s father… he was one of the original founders. That is why your bloodline is so important. You carry the original DNA of this o

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.