Unscramble Lineage Novels & Stories

You followed your grandmother's steps? "Yes." She grinned with pride “But recently we came to know about the Fated one. Lucinda spotted the manuscript and was able to decode it. A year later we identified her lineage, from the scroll and from the tales passed from generation to generation, the thread that the gods couldn't touch or rather those bloody fates, that also works at cross-purposes with our ancestry, beyond everything the gods has been playing with our destiny as well.

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

"They didn't invent this technology." "No. They stumbled upon it." Aldara moves to the shelves. Pulls down another text. "Two hundred years ago, human archaeologists discovered Lycan ruins. They found records. Genetic research. Instructions for activating dormant markers. They didn't understand what they'd found but they knew it was powerful." "So they tried to replicate it," I finish. "Yes. The Bloodline Project was their attempt to force what the Lycans built to happen naturally over millennia. They experimented on humans. Tried to activate markers that weren't ready. Created corrupted hybrids because they didn't understand the fundamental requirement."

Everyone had been told that. He reached over and grabbed at one of the books in the pile, opening it up to a page showing a diagram of a triangle. The lettering looked to be in an old dead language we didn’t use anymore and was one I was no longer very fluent in. Maybe ten years ago I could have done a better job reading this but now too long had passed. I was very rusty… but I gave it my best shot anyway. 'Direct Lineage', the page seemed to say at the top. I frowned trying to decipher the rest but it didn’t make much sense without any background to what I was even looking at.

Mane nodded in understanding and decided to prepare for class. "Bloodlines vary in nature and attribute. Most bloodlines differ from each other. However, children from the same family tend to develop the same abilities due to this very same bloodline. The thing about bloodlines is that when they develop in a family, that family will continue to possess the abilities pertaining to that bloodline even after countless millennia. Unfortunately, the amount of abilities or the power of the abilities that a descendent of a family bloodline can inherit will depend on the density of his or her bloodline. This is the normal bloodline awakening that I'm sure you are all aware of. The uncommon bloodline

“So about the initials KL. Can you tell me more about it?” He stopped weaving, his fingers pausing mid-motion as if the words themselves carried weight. “Yes,” he said at last, his voice lower. “Kaerwyn Line.” The name alone felt ancient. “In this pack,” he began, choosing his words carefully, “there are clans, as with every pack. But your blood, Lunessa, flows from something older, and rarer. The Kaerwyn Line, a sacred lineage of wolf-women unlike any other.” I leaned in, instinctively drawn to the gravity in his tone. “Sacred… how?”

“Your bloodline? I don’t understand.” "You are more than just a wolf, more than a witch. You are of my lineage, a descendant of the Lycans—the original wolves. It is why you are different. Why you have always felt... out of place." Nyx’s eyes widen. "But_ but my parents—" "Your true lineage goes back much farther than you know. You are the last of the ancient bloodline, the chosen one to carry on my legacy. It is your destiny to become a Lycan."

Lyra stayed with the babies. “The curse is reacting to new Virel blood,” the oldest Keeper said. “What does that mean?” Kael asked. “It means it’s fighting back. The renewal angered it.” “Can we stop it?” “We can slow it. With blood. With vows. With time.” Kael came home grim. Lyra saw it on his face the second he walked in. “What is it?” “Nothing. Just house stuff.” She didn’t believe him. But she didn’t push. Not with the babies finally asleep.

Kael turned his eyes to her and thought. "Bloodlines," he said. "I'm from the wolf lineage. You're Rose lineage; the witch and healer lineage. Agnes came from the guardian lineage." His voice grew heavier. "These three lineages have existed since the beginning. And then there are the demons, of course... but their end came with us. For centuries these three lineages continued. The union of these lineages symbolizes one thing." Eva was all attention. "Homay's light on earth," Kael said. "We are Homay's warrior spirit. The Rose witches represent fertility and healing. The guardians are..."

I give her the minute it takes for a woman who has spent her life in a lineage to understand that the lineage has been used from the inside. "He was never presented," she says, to the window. "His mother left before he was born. We never knew he existed in any meaningful way. We had a name in a record and nothing else." "Caelan knew," I say. "Caelan found him," she says. "Or Caelan was looking for exactly this kind of person and found him. A lineage heir who owes nothing to the lineage, who has no loyalty to its structures or its elders, who can be shaped into exactly what is needed." She turns from the window. "And who has a legitimate blood claim that bypasses the question of Lysa entirely