Novel & Cerita Tremors 5: Bloodlines

He said kissing me good night. I slept peacefully beside him and I had a terrible nightmare of someone chasing me and trying to kill me. "She is the last bloodline, kill her at once and set me free at once." "No, let me be, please, don't hurt me, please."

“It's me, Jacob Stoll…Welcome back but Thalia, things are much more dangerous, I tried to control but Giselle is too strong, she's trying to take your soul.” "What did you say?" I began to ask, “I need to see you, Jacob. I want to know what happened, where are you?" “Thailia, I can't leave here. Giselle coaxed Drusilla to use witchcraft to control the bloodworm tree. My body has a very special bloodline. This bloodline can only be obtained by virgins of the White family. That's why in the past, my grandmother could not donate her blood to the wormwood tree because she was pregnant with my mother and my mother was pregnant with me. To this day the wormwood is still waiting for the blood of th

I said, gesturing to the large roof-to-floor height window, “I built this great empire, I wouldn't mind burning everything and everyone with it to the ground if I'm not providing with the very last bloodline of my murder. I really regret letting someone who shouldn't be here stay. Everyone in the small peaceful family will pay for the deceitful love their foremother showed me. Through the window, they could all see their home burn. Yes, this revenge would thrust like a fresh sweet wine. Cheers to sweet reprisal. “Please master,” One amongst the high howlers who was brave enough spoke, “ Please I beg of you, show mercy on us, we know nothing of how badly our ancestors have treated you,” “That

Ryker drew out the black roots from his neck and he felt the blood warm in his mouth, but he had not drawn all when he suddenly felt it caught his throat and he quickly withdrew before throwing up blood at the side. Maximus could still see the line there and he looked at Ryker who then transformed back. Ryker wheezed and his body shook alongside. He shook his head and said, “I can’t do it.” “What do you mean you can’t?” Maximus asked. “Are we just going to leave Cassian to die then?” “Wait,” Remus said. “What?” Maximus asked. Remus trailed his finger along the line on Cassian’s neck and arm. “I think it stopped moving,” he said.

She bent close to the inked lines, eyes losing their surface sharpness and taking on the inward tilt Evelyn recognized as the beginning of a reading. “Moonsblood will ask a price,” Aleta said after a quiet minute. She kept her voice level, as if naming weather. “Not in blood, necessarily. But in truth. The man who called you will not accept victory if it comes too easily. He needs a story worth telling himself. You cannot change that. You can only refuse to be written in his evil script.” “We had planned for that,” Damon said.

Mario continued, “Blood is thicker than water. Always remember... Leone blood runs in your vein. Even if our family is not smooth, don’t spit on your family name.” Before she could reply, he hung up. The phone beeped. The line went dead. Amara lowered the phone slowly, her eyes still fixed on the mirror. Her face was blank, but then something shifted. A small smile crept up. It widened... and widened... until she burst into laughter. The sound echoed through the room. Sharp, strange laughter..like someone who finally realized the game they were in. She flipped her hair back and kept staring at herself. “What about you make use of this moment wisely,” she muttered under her breath.

I staggered backward, clutching my chest, trying to steady myself, but the air around me seemed to thrum with a strange rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. At first, I thought it was only dizziness, the consequence of being pushed too hard. But then I saw it, faint trails of light racing beneath my skin. My veins, glowing softly like molten threads, lit up in places where my pulse struck hardest. I gasped and stumbled again, staring at my hands, horrified by the way my body no longer looked entirely mine. It was as if something ancient and violent was carving its way out of me.

“And trust me. I won’t let the bloodline’s darkness consume you.” Evelyn closed her eyes, letting the words and the warmth of their presence anchor her. Slowly, carefully, she reached back toward the orb. This time, she embraced it fully. Energy surged through her, bright and terrifying, like fire coiling in her veins. Symbols floated around her vision, glowing briefly before fading into memory. The room vibrated, almost alive, acknowledging her claim. When she opened her eyes, the orb had dimmed, the room calm. But she knew—something fundamental had shifted. The bloodline within her had awakened further. She was stronger, yes, but the awakening came with responsibility, and with danger.

He tossed the tie onto the floor. "You think I enjoy the smell of blood, huh?" Min asked, his voice dropping to a hiss. He took a step closer, invading Jun’s personal space. "You think I get a thrill from the feeling of a human bone snapping under my boot? You think I sleep well, Jun-woo? You think I close my eyes after every kill and shout kumbayah?" He held up his hands. They were clean now, wiped down in the car with antiseptic wipes, but to Min, they were stained indelibly red. He looked at his own palms with a mixture of fascination and revulsion.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.