The Originals Bloodlines นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

to the terrible source, the progenitor's existence was known as the "True Original." Blood ingestion and union were the 2 strategies by which the birth of recent vampires was achieved. Vampires failed to exist in isolation, however, instead belonged to difficult and big family lineages through these two methods of procreation. And taking the foremost primitive spot at the highest of those lineages, ruling from the summit was the existence that was the "True Original." Given such a large amount of servants and descendants, then the existence of a primary "master" or "progenitor" was solely natural.

she asked. "In the times of Jon, the originals were free to mate who they wanted" Damon explained. "This war has been going on for millennia, Clary. In those days, once mixed blood found out that the offspring of originals didn't gain their second gender until they received their wings, they started hunting the children, wiping them out before they could become the enemy that would one day hunt them. Children were slaughtered in their beds, their parents died to protect them, originals and mixed blood alike. It didn't matter that other mixed blood where their parents, that what we now know as their DNA was passed on to their offspring, if there was a chance that that child would grow up to b

I asked again, my voice growing soft as I spotted tears sliding down her cheeks. “I'm sorry, brother!” She managed to say, her brows knitted together in remorse. “I never knew what it signified and who I was until a few months back when I realized…I… was the last bloodline of the Moonlit Pack, the direct descendants of the Moon goddess!” She explained. My hands began to tremble. I shuddered, blinking uncontrollably just to avoid my emotions pouring down from my eyes. “She's the one!” I muttered to myself.

But it was Rowan who finally spoke the words I knew I would never forget. “You carry the blood of the Primordial Alphas. The first bloodline—the original rulers of our kind.” The air around me seemed to contract, pulling tight like the breath of the forest before a storm. My lips parted, but no words came. Primordial Alphas? The myth? The story parents whispered to scare pups into behaving? “That blood has been dormant in your line for generations,” Rowan continued, as though the truth could now spill freely. “We thought it lost. Until now.”

Her eyes, sharp and unwavering, locked on Evelyn the moment she entered. “You came,” Ava said, her voice a soft murmur but filled with weight. “Good. Time is slipping, and you can’t waste it anymore.” Evelyn swallowed, stepping closer. “I… I need to know. Everything. Why the note, the warnings… why me?” Ava’s gaze softened for a fraction of a second. “Because you carry the bloodline. Because the academy knows, and it’s waking. It will test you, mold you, push you—sometimes through fire, sometimes through betrayal. But you, Evelyn… you are its center.”

“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.

"No. That isn't feasible. There is no brother for me. Kane averted his gaze, regret visible on his face. "I apologize, Freya. It's true, though. Your blood is Azrak. He is the one responsible for everything. A feeling of nausea swept through me. My sibling? How could that have happened? How could the adversary be someone with my blood? "Why didn't you inform me earlier?" My voice rising with the wave of emotion that threatened to overwhelm me, I demanded. "Why don't you tell me?"

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.

I had thrown that out there to stir the pot, but I did not expect Nelson and Yvonne's faces to go pale the moment the words left my mouth. Nelson forced a laugh. "Illegitimate kids? Come on, Ethan and the rest are my brother's children, too. They're Smiths just like us." However, Nelson looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I felt a jolt of suspicion. My eyes could not help but scan over Ethan and his siblings. That was when I saw it. My dad had double eyelids, a trait I had inherited. However, all three Ethans had single eyelids, just like Nelson.