Romans & histoires The Originals Bloodlines

It was strictly forbidden by the pack rules for any werewolf to remain in their tents during the morning work hours. _But who cares? The rules were meant for others, not me._ My name is Samantha Emberwood. I was born half-werewolf, half-nymph, under a special lineage of wolf known as Purebred. Unlike others of my kind who have the ability to transform and communicate directly with their wolves, Purebreds possess the ability to separate from their inner wolf, creating a special bond that grants us control and mastery over their abilities. In the entire Dawn Runner pack, I'm the only one born with the Purebred Bloodline. Rumor has it that I inherited my abilities from my birth mother. But the

To claim her now was to sign her death warrant. "Your weakness," Theron said softly. He looked up then, and I saw the disappointment in his eyes, the same look he had given my father when my father had chosen my mother over the purity of the line. "Your father thought he could control the bloodline, too. He thought love could override nature. We know how that ended." The room went quiet. The fire in the hearth popped, sending sparks up the chimney like souls escaping. "She must be marked," Marrock said. "Or she must be expelled. Those are the only options. You know the Law. A female with the marker cannot roam free. She is a beacon. She calls the old things. The burned Mate cursed us—her blo

“And mind you, she is not a witch. She is not a witch like Mama Roux. Her identity is far deeper than that.” “Far deeper than that in what sense?” Scarlett questioned curiously. "She is a bloodline elder," I paused for a while before continuing. "One of the original wolves, and her family line predates the pack's formal structure by generations. Before there were Alphas, council sessions, and written law, there were bloodline elders. Wolves whose blood carried the original pack law, not the documented version this time, the inherited one. The law in its raw state, in its unwritten form, as it truly existed before the rise of writers who thought to document it.”

For a long time, no one moved. Then a whisper broke the silence. “By the gods… she bears the markings of the First Bloodline.” “Buckskins haven’t been seen in centuries.” “She is one of the sacred ones.” “She was chosen.” Solana shifted back, trembling slightly, but steady. “What are you talking about?” The Chief stepped toward her, eyes wide with awe. “The First Bloodline were the original protectors of the herd. They carried the spirit of dawn and dusk—the balance between wild and wise. They were believed to be… blessed by the gods themselves.”

he smiled weakly. “Is it bad?” I asked him with innocence and he chuckled while looking at the other side of the room and then at me. “Primordial means you came from an ancient bloodline that first dominated these lands before other clans came here.” Killian started explaining as he stared into my eyes with such longing. I felt a lump in my throat but refused to lower my gaze because I would rather not hurt his feelings again. “Many believe that this bloodline has disappeared for centuries, but a few percent believe that some clans inherited their abilities after some of these powerful beings wed with women from the other clans. And finding that amazing component in your blood means you are

“Oswyn bloodline?” Tyrus repeats. He had never heard of it. “Yes. It is a very old bloodline.” says Esther, “It was the blood of an ancestral Oswyn that the witch who led to the creation of vampires and werewolves in the first place used. So, any ritual that is related to that ritual performed over a Millennium ago has to include the blood from an Oswyn.” “Do you know where the descendants of this bloodline live?” asked Brent

“And if she stands with you.” More eyes on me. I was getting tired of being everyone’s deciding factor. “My standing means nothing if the pack doesn’t accept me.” “They follow strength,” Damon said. “And you carry blood older than any pack.” My patience snapped. “What bloodline? Everyone keeps hinting and circling around.” Mara stepped closer. “Your mother was from the original bloodlines. Before territories. Before appointed Alphas. Wolves who didn’t build power through lies.” Kael shook his head. “Myth.”

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

Zack also cupped Justin's hands and they both rested their hands on Justin's stomach while they listened to the report and the management the doctors have for Justin's pregnancy. Bienley and Devon seemed teary while they continued to listen to the team and they would constantly glance at their boys who are so happy now. They will have a new angel in their family, and it's the true union of two bloods and two hearts. The Cullen and Dalton will be a real family by heart and by blood. They will be having a bloodline through Justin and Zack's child. It's a medical breakthrough for both families who are in the medical world. But the family decided to keep it a secret and the whole team had signed

"We are perfect together. The Laurent and Moreau bloodlines…” "Fuck the bloodlines," Ethan cut in, his voice dangerously low. "I do not give a shit about bloodlines or alliances or whatever the fuck our fathers have cooked up." Alexandra's eyes widened. "You do not mean that." "I absolutely mean it." Ethan turned to face the window, putting physical distance between them. "Don't you think you deserve better than someone who does not want you?" Her laugh was brittle. "Better than you? There is no better than you, Ethan. That is the point."