The Originals Bloodlines นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As for the bloodline of Little Apple, they could talk about it later. It was not the first time that the bloodline had been mentioned. The Yalans, the Divine Clan of the Ancient Greece, the Ice Soul Clan, and the survivors of the Inuit all thought that their bloodline were superior, but they were stronger from the very beginning and more blessed than ordinary people. Then what was wrong with his son?

"The pack doctor called me yesterday with more results from the genetic testing." "What did he say?" Cain asked. "He said that my ability to strengthen mate bonds isn't the only unusual thing about my genetics," I explained. "He found markers that suggest I might be descended from one of the original werewolf bloodlines." "The original bloodlines died out centuries ago," Jax said. "Or at least that's what we've always been told." "Apparently not," I said. "The doctor thinks my mother's family carried the bloodline and it's been dormant for generations until it showed up in me."

“Now and then, the need for new Alpha bloodlines arises, so new packs can form. Bloodlines won’t get mixed up, and all that messiness.” “In the past four hundred years, we have been able to account for three new bloodlines.” Musu raises three fingers to drive her point home. “We believe that the origins of those bloodlines have come from sigma wolves who bear this special mark.” The paper’s Dad is holding fall forgotten to the floor. “You think our granddaughter is going to give birth to a new Alpha bloodline?” “Oh my Goddess.” Mom stands up and pulls Orli close to her. “And you didn’t tell us sooner? We need to protect her!”

I had built an empire to ensure my children would never have to shiver at a bus station again. I walked to my hidden safe behind a painting of the Scottish Highlands, a reminder of the wild lands I’d left behind, and pulled out a small, velvet-lined box. Inside was a heavy silver signet ring I’d found in my mother’s belongings before she died. It bore the crest of a wolf howling at a blood-red moon. It wasn't a Silverwood crest. It belonged to the Ancient Line, a bloodline thought to be extinct for centuries. If Kaelen knew his "weak" mate carried the blood of the Originals, he wouldn't just want me back. He would hunt me to the ends of the earth to claim that power for his pack.

Theron finally looked back at Aira. “You felt me coming, didn’t you?” Aira hesitated for a moment before answering. “Yes.” Her voice was calm but cautious. “My child reacted.” Theron nodded slowly. “That’s because the Blood Alpha recognizes ancient blood.” Rowan frowned. “Ancient what now?” Theron glanced at him briefly. “The old bloodlines.” Kael’s expression hardened. “Speak clearly.” Theron folded his arms behind his back. “There were once five dominant bloodlines among wolves. The strongest Alphas were born from them.”

Cassian’s eyes moved to the baby again. “The third bloodline does not belong to me.” Aria frowned. “Then who?” Cassian looked directly at the child. “The Alpha origin.” I let out a slow breath. “There it is.” Damon’s expression hardened. “Stop speaking in riddles.” Cassian finally looked at him again. “The first Alpha bloodline.” Damon’s jaw tightened. “That bloodline died centuries ago.” Cassian gave a small smile. “Apparently not.” Aria’s hands trembled slightly.

His ocean blue eyes are now dark and the pain is clear in them. I raise my hands and touch his cheeks. I caress his face and look him in the eyes. "Damien," I call him out. "Imagine this: a perfect life as a child with a big family to love and cherish. I was a young Vampire by then. All that mattered to me was my parents and my family. As a bloodline Vampire, my parents were also bloodline Vampires. Blood line vampires are original vampires not the turned ones. Bloodline Vampires are the only vampires who can have magical abilities," he says and then shuts his eyes. He rubs his forehead and then continues his narration.

“Vampires are not friends of the wolves. MY dad told me a lot of stories about them when I was young, he spoke of how there were few origins with natural powers to overtake a wolf in hand to hand, but a full blood vampire would be fast enough, especially if he was hungry. But he also talked of how vampires only enemies are wolves and they don’t hold ill will toward originals usually.” “That would help us if all us originals weren’t also wolves,” I said more to myself. “True, but you are forgetting the current trend of origins we are finding,” he said with a hopeful and suggestive smile. “That they are also wolves? I don’t know. If that was true that means a wolf slept with a vampire descenda

Zurig shared something he knew. “The paper that Sandy destroyed was about the royal bloodlines of our continent and the wolves. I found out that your bloodline, Vakatow, was the first ever lycan to have been made by the Mood Goddess from her love. The werewolves as we know them today, the Black Bloodline, was the first to receive a wolf out of her mercy. And thus the two bloodlines being the first of her creations became royalty,” I explained and Zurig seemed that he did not know this about his own bloodline. “You enjoy school don’t you?” Zurig asked with a smile on his face.

"But their control is not absolute. There are forces at play that they cannot control, forces that stem from the bloodlines." Sophia leaned forward, eager to learn more. "What do you mean?" Lira looked directly at her, her eyes piercing. "The bloodlines are ancient, older than any pack or clan. They are the original beings, the first to wield the power of the wolf. Their blood holds the key to breaking the Order's influence. But finding them will not be easy. The bloodlines have hidden themselves away, for they know that their power is the greatest threat to the Silent Order."