Universal Monsters: Eternal Bloodlines Novels & Stories

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.

An alpha queen ruling without a mate is just unorthodox and breaks tradition. The bloodline is supposed to carry on through the male, not the female, but my dad didn’t care. See, our bloodline is the last pure bloodline that connects directly to the Moon Goddess. We are direct descendants of the Moon Goddess’s bloodline. Everyone else’s bloodlines have been “watered down” through mating with humans and other subspecies. My family bloodline has only mated with pure blood descendants and they have kept it that way, always. What this means is that because our bloodline is the purest, we are also the most powerful and some of us have even been blessed with special abilities like mind reading, le

Instead, I pulled the first tome free, dust cascading onto my bare skin. The pages were written in a mix of old Sanctuary script and something far older wild, jagged runes that made my blood sing. I read by the faint green glow of my own veins. “The Omega bloodlines were cultivated over centuries. Not to slay the Entity, but to perfect it. A vessel of pure obedience and ancient power, capable of containing its full hunger. The Stone Lord’s line was chosen as anchor. When the vessel bonds and then betrays, the double sacrifice will birth the Entity anew stronger, eternal.”

"Nyra, the signs she described, match the old stories. The legends of the first bloodlines." I shivered, raising goosebumps around my arms despite the fire's heat. The first bloodlines. The original wolves, born not of bite or heritage but of heavenly energy, were the children of the moon and earth, gifted with abilities that surpassed anything a normal werewolf could possess. Their descendants were rare, their bloodlines concentrated over centuries until they were little more than myths whispered around pack fires. Nearly extinct. Draven continues, his voice sounded serious with significance. "Auren's power is not just strange, It is bloodline magic."

His gaze is locked on her. “Go on,” he says. Emory draws in a breath. “There are six bloodlines. Three wolf. Three hunter. Each one connected to the survival — or destruction — of our world. You, Lucian. Malakar. And me — we’re the wolf bloodlines.” I feel Malakar stiffen beside me. I glance over at him, but his face remains calm. Controlled. “And the hunters?” Velara asks, voice sharp.

With the chaos in the world, Dianos, the moon titan, awakened from his slumber of a thousand suns. He became furious at the fold of events, thus he subjected both to a curse to overpower them by the witborns, humans untainted with their gifts. Rolfus and Karmi’s worshippers received the same curse of being subject to untainted humans, though their supernatural gifts remained in their blood. So exist the bloodline of werewolves; known as fellhounds, the bloodline of vampires; termed as bloodhunts, and the untainted humans; called the witborns, with the witborns overpowering both of them with hydropneumatic technology.

The big roc shook its head and said gravely, “You’re wrong about that. The human race has a bloodline, and it’s far stronger than that of the monster beasts! “You should know the bloodline of the monster beast. The stronger the monster beast, the stronger the bloodline. It’s difficult for the weak to become very strong. “This is the limitation of their bloodline power. Unless they can purify their bloodline and make it different, they can only reach the height of their predecessors at most. “When they go beyond that height, their bloodline will change, or you can even say that they’ll form a brand-new race by then! “But the human race is different!”

“That it’s older than Earth, our species and time itself. That maybe, just maybe, it came from somewhere else. Somewhere far beyond.” He tapped the board again. Images flipped past: satellite photos of strange energy patterns in deep space, cave paintings with glowing lines around human figures, and ancient texts written in languages no one had ever spoken aloud. “We don’t know how it first appeared. All we know is that it binds to living things, responds to emotions, and, under certain conditions, can be shaped and directed.” Kieran’s pencil hovered above the page, unmoving, his gaze at his teacher unyielding. He didn’t blink.

“Well, try to explain it to me somehow.” A few people shift and Alaric’s lips twitch. I shoot him a look and he pretends to stop smiling. The healer clears her throat. “Blood carries more than life. It carries lineage.” I listen to her as she continues. “In werewolves, particularly within powerful bloodlines, that lineage can be recognized.” She looks toward Alaric. Then Elias. “As such, an unborn pup will carry traces of its father’s bloodline.” “And the ritual can identify it.” I finish for her.

Eldric walked to the window, closing the curtains tightly as if afraid someone might be peering in from the darkness outside. "Your son," Eldric turned back to look at Revira, "is undergoing an awakening. The wolf blood inside him... it is not ordinary blood. It is ancient, powerful blood. His human body is too weak to contain it. It is like pouring molten lava into a thin glass cup. The cup will shatter." Revira shook her head slowly, her brain struggling to process this fantastical information amidst a critical medical situation. "But the doctor said it was just a fever... that birthmark..."