Tremors 5: Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Under the chandelier light, it gleamed coldly. I had seen it my entire life but I never like this. An elder cleared his throat and spoke in a measured voice. “A drop of blood activates the compound beneath the crest, Pure lineage reacts chemically. The silver turns crimson.” “And if it does not?” someone asked. “It blackens,” he replied. “And there is no interference possible?” “None.” I stared at the crest, Crown or collapse. Across the table, Dante watched me without speaking. Victor’s gaze never left my face, there were no strategies left. No financial leverage. No hidden witnesses, Only blood.

The lamp's glow cast long shadows across the pack library's wooden shelves, making the ancient texts loom like silent witnesses. "What do you mean?" I fought to keep my voice steady. "Five bloodlines must come together under the power of the crimson moon." The pattern that outlined the runes glowed beneath the touch of Emilia's tracing finger. "The Blackwoods- which is your family. Should one of these five fail, the ritual has to. This can't-" I turned, and fell, nearly stepping back onto Callum, my face beet red. "A werewolf," Callum completed in a growl. "Your bloodline is no coincidence, Olivia. The MacKinnons-my family-we are one of the remaining five. It was always so fated that things

“Long before modern packs existed, before territories, before councils… there were bloodlines entrusted with preserving balance among our kind.” I remained silent while listening carefully. “The split moon marks appear when ancient bloodlines converge correctly.” He continued. My mind immediately returned to Letty, to Catherine, to hidden ancestry. “You mean pure bloodlines.” I asked “Yes.” I replied immediately “And the twins?” I asked Idris turned toward me fully now. “They are exceptionally rare.” “That does not answer my question.” I answered “It answers enough.” He replied “No,” I said coldly. “It doesn’t.” For the first time, Idris truly looked at me, not politely, not diplomatically b

And the thing only stared. “Your family made a contract,” it said. “But contracts have cost. You offered blood. We took it. Now you deny us?” “You were never part of the deal,” I spat. Its smile twisted. “But I am the consequence. And consequences… grow.” --- The mirrors behind us burst, shards flying like silver rain. The world trembled. Voices whispered from the shards—Margaret, Vera, Isadora—all the brides calling our names. “Finish the vow.” “Break the bloodline.”

“What kind of things are they? Tessa’s lips trembled in silence before she could say anything... they're “Flashes. Ember…Pieces. Dark Blood. A name I can’t even say. Then nothing. Just… nothing, everything went off again.” Her voice cracked on the last word. Ember reached out to hold for her hand, but then Tessa suddenly gasped and gripped her head tightly as if something had hold her. “Stop it!” she cried. “Leave me alone!” Tessa screamed out in pain

He begins to tremble, sweat sliding down his temples. "Dude, what are you doing?" He asks, his voice trembling. My vision turns a bright red but I begin to see things more clearly, like the veins under the skin of his neck. The blood in his veins seems to be calling out for me. So, I pin him to the wall, not sensing or seeing anything but my thirst for blood.

The woman’s face twisted in grief. “Forgive me,” she whispered. A tear fell. The massive silver tree absorbed it, light pulsing outward like a heartbeat. The vision shattered. I gasped as the pressure returned, heavier now, more insistent. THE BLOODLINE ENDS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE AWAKENS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE CHOOSES THROUGH YOU. My thoughts splintered. Faces I didn’t recognize flickered behind my eyes. Voices I’d never heard screamed in languages I somehow understood. Wars. Sacrifices. Promises made to moons that did not forgive.

Her eyes shifted from gold to the slit-pupiled green of a basilisk. Ligon, still dazed, struggled to his feet. Fremilde spat, a bitter laugh escaping her. “You don’t know what you fight, soldier. My bloodline could unmake kingdoms,” She rasped, her voice breaking. “One scream from me could—” Her words broke into a scream as Valia hurled her across the floor. Fremilde slid through the shallow water, leaving a trail of blood. “You talk too much,” Valia said coldly.

Mom asked. He took a few steps in and said, "ma'am, master Leonardo wishes to speak with you at his study room!! Please come fast". ( Anderson left after informing mom). She turns her eyes back and signed her way out to meet her new boss, leaving me behind in the room and thankfully she didn't say, I shouldn't explore the mansion, I've got to do some sightseeing. ( Smiles and leaves also). NEXT CHAPTER LOADING---------- ( BLOODLINE, stolen at birth)

“I once promised the Jones family’s old master that whenever their family faced a life-threatening situation, I would provide my assistance. Who knew that a young man not even in his thirties could force the Jones family into such a predicament.” Tyr smiled. “Master, we can cut the crap. Since you want to battle me at Lake Ty today, I, Tyr Summers, have come here to do just that. Let’s begin.” Clemence’s gaze immediately turned sharp and dangerous. “Then, please excuse me. In today’s battle, victory shall decide the survivor.” Having said that, Clemence channeled energy into his hands, and with a leap, he pounced at Tyr with lightning speed. “As expected of a long-renowned abbot in Strego Ci