Universal Monsters: Eternal Bloodlines Mga Nobela at Kwento

It grew bigger and bigger, turning into a giant whirlpool of dark dust and starlight. From the middle of the whirlpool, a giant, bone-like shape started to appear. It did not have a solid body. It was a moving mass of dark shadows held together by bright green fire. Two massive hands, miles wide, gripped the edges of the sky, pulling the monster down into the world. In the middle of the shadows, a single, burning green eye opened and looked straight down at the pack house. *“The bloodline is here,”* the giant voice boomed directly inside Gina’s head. The pressure was so strong that a single drop of silver blood ran down from the mark on her forehead. *“The void wants your power.”*

I also wanted to kill them. “The war was ugly. But the worst of it, was right at the start. Jamie and Lana were called out for a strange sighting. Lana was a badass wolf, a warrior as good as the best of them. They went together, along with a handful of warriors to investigate. Two wolves returned. And neither was Jamie or Lana. These wolves were badly beaten. They spoke of how they were ambushed as they came around the bend of the largest rock. How they were waiting on the rocks and came down upon them. They couldn’t smell them, couldn’t sense them. They were invisible. And the first things they did, was kill your parents.” “Who.”

He was very upset, and he was already losing. At that moment the blood moon began to rise, shining in the sky with its characteristic reddish color, and the battle was getting more and more intense. The screams and sounds of claws clashing against bodies were becoming intense. The wolves and lycans of the alliance were getting stronger, but it was not enough. Denis also seemed to be affected by the moon. He got up from the ground and started throwing everyone through the air again. However, someone managed to cut off his hand with a sword made of silver. That weakened him even. Despite that, he was still standing.

A pair of witches in long green coats passed by, their eyes glowing faintly as they whispered to each other. A group of wolves in human form lounged by a fountain, their gazes following me with open suspicion. And then there were the vampires. They didn’t walk so much, more of gliding, moving with that unnatural grace I’d only ever seen in movies. Every single one of them seemed aware of me, like they could smell what I was under the ward. “This is…” I began. “A lot?” Davorin finished. “Yeah. Definitely a lot.” We stopped at a tall, arched doorway carved with more ancient designs.

"Two nights ago. After I had these dreams about wolves and fire and ancient stones." He reached toward my arm, then stopped himself. "May I?" I nodded, and he gently took my wrist in his hands. The moment our skin touched, electricity shot through me. But this time it didn't hurt. This time it felt like coming alive. "These aren't just any runes," he breathed. "These are the marks of the First Blood." "The what?" "The original supernatural bloodline. The one all others came from. Aria, you're not just some random human. You're descended from the Ancients, the beings who created werewolves, vampires, witches — everything," he replied.

“The source of the bloodline.” I didn’t understand—but my body did. The voice in my head from before, the one that demanded the oath… it had never left. It had just been waiting. The cavern pulsed again, and a massive shape rose from the shadows—wings, eyes like molten gold, a creature older than time itself. “The first,” Auren breathed. “The origin.” Its gaze fell on me, and the world froze. “You broke the seal,” it said. “Now the blood shall feed.”

Their battle took place in the ocean, and Lin Yin had sealed off the surrounding area to prevent any collateral damage, as the impact of their fight could have had devastating effects on humans in the world of light. "Hahaha! How about that? This is the power I've been researching for hundreds of years!" said the half-monster human. He had indeed created this after long research, combining several bloodlines from powerful beasts in the high world. Usually, these would be auctioned off or obtained through unconventional means, and he would typically kill the descendants of the original bloodlines. Since conducting this research, he realized many things could be done. Without having to work ha

“Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned," Red-orange? I seem to have seen red-orange eyes. Aha! Brian! I saw his eyes turn red-orange for a moment. But, maybe he's not a vampire, right? He's just human like me. It's impossible that he's a vampire because I know he doesn't believe in vampires.

“But when the First Blood Mark appears, it means the body survived the war between both bloodlines.” I narrow my eyes. “And?” “And hybrids like that are usually hunted down before they fully awaken.” I frown again. “And why are they hunted down?” The witch looks at me and laughs. “Because when that power awakens, they don’t belong to any pack. No Alpha can control them… and no Lycan can dominate them.” He looks me straight in the eyes. “They become monsters.”

she said to him. “The vials are on the table,” I said to her, and she picked them up. Dr. Foirbeis handed her an empty vial and she mixed half of our blood together. “Once I start the spell, the blood will turn white and gold, which signifies the blood bond to the mother, then it will change to the father’s colors, before returning back to red,” Gwyneth said, and I nodded.