Watch Dogs: Legion Bloodline นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As if psyched to him, the Canines prowl to Mom: tongue wiping teeth, cut-out tails wagging for orders, with a feral hunger in their eyes. I once owned an Akita, before it died from cancer. These aren’t couch dogs, but blood-lust predators, bred for violence. You don’t pat them, you give them bodies. They bathe in the blood of Tristan’s enemies. Silencing screams behind iron bars, snapping bones like twigs. I call them graves with bellies. The monsters that ate my Dad. Mon whimpers with fire in her eyes. Good, don’t let him see you break. You taught me that. Now, I need you to endure for us.

First blood had been drawn. Hati lunged again and ducked his head at the last moment, crashing into Onyx, and sending him sprawling as he skidded over the ground. ‘Stop messing around,’ I said to Onyx, and he laughed at me. He turned back to Hati as three rogues jumped on his back. Onyx’s head snapped around, and he killed the three rogues easily, crushing one’s skull with his paw as he stepped on his head. Hati lunged again and his teeth grazed Onyx’s cheek. Onyx growled once and I felt his whole demeanor change.

the raven-haired whispered angrily and ashamed of himself Let the legend that stood in front of him and with a quick movement cut off the head of that wolf to turn its fur, which was contaminated with blood and became full of it. His sharp teeth are bloody too! His bloodshot eyes stared at that witch smiling beside him, as if she was in control of the situation! Suddenly she raised her hand, pointing at Ardina, who opened her eyes, and Zayn froze in place, staring at how she turned away from him and stood in front of that shocked wolf - her wolf - as well as from the strength of this witch! "Come on, baby, tell your dog to stop causing trouble. Oh my God, look at all these corpses. Is it for

"A white wolf bloodline... we haven't seen one in a century! She's like the legendary Daughter of the Moon!" Shouts of praise erupted from the crowd. I strode into the sacred grounds with the elite guards personally trained by my father. I let the Alpha authority within me surge, forcing everyone present to bow their heads. "Iris! You dare steal the Moon Goddess Potion meant for the Alpha bloodline! This is blasphemy against the Goddess herself!" In this life, I strode toward Iris under the watchful eyes of the pack, a crystal vial of holy water in my hand. Holy water is the most ancient and sacred relic of the werewolves. It can instantly reveal any disguised transformation, without excepti

“You weren’t just reacting—you commanded.” Evelyn exhaled slowly, though her chest still felt tight. “I… I didn’t know I could,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. The power was intoxicating, yes, but terrifying. Every shadow she had directed toward the hunters had been guided by instinct, by survival—and by something more she couldn’t name. “Instinct,” Lucien said, tilting his head. “Yes… but also bloodline. That mark isn’t just a symbol. It’s alive. And it reacts to your will, but it also tests your limits.”

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.

“That’s what I meant by the whole Pack will help. Hunter will take lead. Aeron and Cain will be able to focus on you and your pups. Everyone will play a part because your pups will be our future.” “Is it the same for all Wolves then? That the whole Pack helps when they have pups?” “Yes. We’re a Pack. We help one another. We support one another.” “How come Layla hasn’t had pups?” I ask before my brain engages and I realise it’s not an okay question to ask. Savannah sighs. “Layla and Dylan are complicated. Dylan was a Rogue. He joined the Pack after he mated with Layla and they’re still working out issues.”

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

On the night her pack's alpha publicly rejects her for another woman, Seraphina Vale expects humiliation. She doesn't expect a death sentence. Stripped of her mate bond and left without protection, Sera watches Kael Draven name Isolde Kane his true Luna in front of the entire pack, and within hours, Isolde has convinced Blackthorn's elders that a rejected mate with no rank and no defender is nothing but a liability. Bound and dragged into the forest to be killed on her own alpha's order, Sera expects that to be the end of her story. Instead, a stranger cuts down her executioners without hesitation and claims her before she can say a single word in protest. Lucian Voss, alpha of a rival famil

To claim her now was to sign her death warrant. "Your weakness," Theron said softly. He looked up then, and I saw the disappointment in his eyes, the same look he had given my father when my father had chosen my mother over the purity of the line. "Your father thought he could control the bloodline, too. He thought love could override nature. We know how that ended." The room went quiet. The fire in the hearth popped, sending sparks up the chimney like souls escaping. "She must be marked," Marrock said. "Or she must be expelled. Those are the only options. You know the Law. A female with the marker cannot roam free. She is a beacon. She calls the old things. The burned Mate cursed us—her blo