Romans & histoires The Originals Bloodlines

The man clenched his jaw. “We retreat.” The soldiers looked shocked. “Retreat?” “Yes.” He turned slowly toward his men. “Tonight’s objective has already been confirmed.” His cold gaze returned to Ethan one last time. “We now know the truth.” Ethan frowned. “What truth?” The hunter leader’s voice carried across the street. “That the Primordial Bloodline has returned.” Raven immediately stepped closer to Ethan. “Don’t listen to him.” But the man simply smiled faintly. “This world has forgotten what your kind once was, Ethan Cole.”

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

“The one the pack world has been missing since the beginning.” I looked at the infant. At the dark hair. At the unfocused gaze taking in the night sky. At the warmth coming off the small body that was not temperature but frequency. A frequency I had not encountered before and was encountering now in the arms of a keeper woman at the gate of my packhouse. A third bloodline. Alongside Lunara and Primordial. The three lines the original creation had intended. Two of which had spent the entire history of the pack world separated from each other and from the third by a corruption installed before the third could establish itself.

Sera looked at her with an expression that was careful and deliberate, the expression of someone choosing how much to say. "Yes," she said. "Your mother's bloodline, our bloodline — is one of the original lines that built this territory. Not rulers. Not alphas. But builders. The families who came first and laid the ground that everything else stands on." She paused. "There are records in the territory archive if someone looks in the right place. Old ones. Your name will not be there — they would not have known about you. But your grandmother's name is there. And her mother's name before that." Rebecca sat with that.

Mia explained. "As long as it doesn't involve you cheating with another man, we're good." Caleb replied. "No never. See there is another society that exists that most don't know about. It started with five special bloodlines in Germany. These five had special abilities. They could also turn into wolves. Your ancestors came from the first bloodline. And up until Rayna it was thought to have died out." Mia explained. "Ok ya'll are trying to punk me right? There's a camera somewhere right?" Caleb laughed.

"The Old Ones are coming. I sent them a message when we entered your system." Jack felt a chill. "Who exactly are the Old Ones?" "They are... complicated." Aria-7 closed her eyes briefly. "In your supernatural hierarchy, you have werewolves, vampires, witches, and other species. All of them carry traces of Origin Blood, diluted over millennia. The Old Ones are the source. They are the pure Original bloodlines that seeded your world with supernatural potential." "They're the first werewolves? The first vampires?"

I say, confused about the next lines. "A Hemsworth?" A guy in specs speaks out, totally surprised. The class starts to look at me with dilated orbs. "Yes. We have Hemsworth and Stone this year." Mr. Harold interrupts,his face forming a grimace. A werewolf Bloodline is like a royalty as the five Bloodlines were the first werewolves that originated on earth. Later, they started spreading and multiplying. Every wolf on this earth learns about the royal bloodlines as kids and are reminded to respect them. Means us.

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

"They were carefully selected. Each one understands the implication of birthing a royal. They are willing to make the sacrifice. Besides, Purebloods do not mate on impulse.” “No, we don’t,” I say quietly. The sound carries anyway. “We mate on instinct. Which is why such an arrangement will not work.” Silence settles. Heavy. Uncomfortable. My bloodline traces back to the first originals. Strong. Powerful. Dangerous. Apex predators not just by strength alone. Our bodies know before thought interferes. Instinct tells us what can sustain our blood. What will fracture under it. Instinct that has kept my bloodline pure and undiluted.