Wicked Bloodline Dokkan Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Crouch there and wait." He whips out his high-frequency digital stone, hitting a secure pack line. "Get your claws over to the fortress inn penthouse suite this exact second, Carter. My office requires an elite medical shaman to execute a sacred blood lineage test on a fresh follicle." On the other side of the connection, Carter’s voice explodes with absolute warrior shock, his pulse pounding through the speaker. "No fucking way, Warlord! Did your dominant beast finally lose control during the moon hunt and knot some random omega stray out in the wildlands? Your bloodline isn't the type to fool around with casual heat—"

A surge of anger immediately washed through me. He frowned in displeasure: "What's so precious about that box of junk? Should have thrown that garbage out long ago! Makes my whole refrigerator smell like meat filling!" I pushed myself up with both hands, my gaze falling on the flour-dusted floor. But my vision was blurred by the blood slowly trickling down. Accalia, my inner wolf, growled softly, but I knew better. I was a weak omega, I would not dare challenge him. Dean's face remained dark and superior as he irritably lit another cigarette for himself.

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.

It was strictly forbidden by the pack rules for any werewolf to remain in their tents during the morning work hours. _But who cares? The rules were meant for others, not me._ My name is Samantha Emberwood. I was born half-werewolf, half-nymph, under a special lineage of wolf known as Purebred. Unlike others of my kind who have the ability to transform and communicate directly with their wolves, Purebreds possess the ability to separate from their inner wolf, creating a special bond that grants us control and mastery over their abilities. In the entire Dawn Runner pack, I'm the only one born with the Purebred Bloodline. Rumor has it that I inherited my abilities from my birth mother. But the

Duncan was screaming in pain as each Zeta stuck the knife in deep. His arms, chest, abdomen, legs, and his shoulders were covered in blood as he slowly healed. Most of the Zetas spat at him in hate. “You got to kill the wolf, I get to kill the traitor,” Falcon said, as the last Zeta handed him the knife. “Yes, you do,” I said to him.

Anuradha would die, Avanti fell to her knees and began to cry. Mr. Ajay asked his son to find the blood type from other sources. Abhishek nods, he turns around leaving when I call him back."Abhishek, hold on please,?" I said. He took a stop and turned back to face me. "Yes! What is it?" He replied. I backed up a little from everyone and came to the doctor. "Sir, can you please take my blood, I match," I said to him.

Damian was definitely a different breed of human. “I’ll use the notes Damian provided in the list of names,” Zen bookmarked it. “Let’s eat first. Charlie and Remi are eager to be carried to the twenty-first floor. However, you don’t have to carry them there all in one night if you’re tired. Did the practice go well with your new bloodline abilities?” Uncharacteristically, Akiko stared at Zen dead in the eye before raising her arm to give him a thumbs up. Liu Feng flicked his hair dramatically with an extremely proud smirk. Unlike the rest, he had no trouble adapting to his Drow bloodline.

The sticks were not originally from Middle Terra and were brought in by Dragon Tech from World Universe to equip the security officers. At that moment, Watson looked really arrogant as he stared at Darryl and said coldly, “Bastard, I heard you were looking for trouble with the second Young Master of the Dokko family. He spared you because he’s the second Young Master of the Dokko family. However, things are different when you’re looking for trouble with me. I won’t give you any chances.” He had a murderous gaze as he added, “Kneel on the ground now and greet Miss Shanice ‘Aunty’ to apologize. Then, you may leave safely. Otherwise, you’re leaving as a cripple.”

Alpha Collen mumbled in excitement. "But there is a little problem." The beta said. "What problem?" "The seer (witch) of the pack mentioned that the child in your mate womb is carrying the last bloodline of your great grandparents." He added. "That is not a problem, my child is special then, you know I heard from my parents that my great grandfather was a big red and black werewolf, I wonder what colour my child will be, even if my child doesn't inherit I or my mate's colour of the wolf, I know my child will have those wolf yellowish eyes just like every one of us here in our pack."

They say karma is a bitch.... but not many believe it neither did I until today, when my past is standing right in front of me laughing at my face, and even in this pin drop silence I could hear its laughter like ricochet piercing through my ears and hitting its core along with my subconscious which reminds me that I’m sitting here all by myself drenched in blood clueless and helpless, unable to process what just happened wondering what went wrong in my story for it to take such a drastic turn. It has always been a battle of bloodlines but who would’ve thought for it to turn into a literal bloodbath, with my hands covered in the only thing I was always running from.