Wicked Bloodline Dokkan 소설 & 이야기

I fired at him back. "Wow, it seems our play toy is now strong enough to talk back to its owner," mum said, coming into the room. "Didn't I told you that she has grown wings now?, She had the effrontery to talk back at me simply because the Patriarch family wants you as the next luna of their pack which I'll make sure it's doesn't come to pass not while I'm still on the surface of earth" he said to me holding my chin more tightly, eyes full with rage and hatred his veins are almost popping out of his neck as he speaks with total anger.

Another girl carrying their bloodline in her womb. “The baby is a Lycan. Isn’t it?” The doctor asked, as she didn’t know the answer. Ariana looked at her, guessing the thoughts the Doctor kept hidden deep behind her empty gaze. “Yes.” Ariana confirmed once she couldn’t read anything from those two eyes watching with no emotions.

“What you just performed is a manifestation of bloodline power.” It was Andrius’ first time hearing the term ‘bloodline power’. However, instead of interrupting, he listened quietly. “Generally speaking, only powerful fiends and divine beasts possess bloodline power. It’s inherited through their bloodline and difficult to bestow upon others. In the Immortal, Fiend, and Demonic Realms, only some top-tier beasts possess bloodline power, such as the Five-Clawed Auric Dragon and the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix…

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

Old blood-magic, the kind that predates the current pack system, that goes back to when the Ashwood line was one of three foundational bloodlines on the continent and the rules about what was and wasn't permitted in working with inherited power were significantly less codified. "She was looking for a way to step into another wolf's bloodline," Jade said. "Specifically the Alpha inheritance line. If you could insert yourself into a bloodline's living record, you'd have a legitimate ancestral claim to the seat. Not a challenge. Not a coup. An inheritance." "That's not possible," I said.

"A flawless clearing of the western sector, Vicky! Pure tactical precision." Vicky Ellsworth wiped the dark, hot spray of rival pack blood from her cheek, her chest heaving under her heavy tactical vest as she sneered directly at me. "I told you, Chika. A street-born stray from the Whitmore Bloodline can't handle a live-fire ambush. Go back to counting inventory in the armory."

Doctor Wicked said, taking a bottle of tequila and a glass cup. “He is almost mad- just 1% of sanity left in him,” Lord Lucifer chuckled. “The 1% of sanity is doing wonders,” Doctor Wicked said, drinking his glass of tequila. “No wonder the other continents are seeing the wickedness of the Asian boss, Lucifer West Pecaminoso…”Doctor wicked hailed. Doctor Wickeeeed, I’m not satisfied… People aren’t scared of me enough. Other huge clans in other continents are overtaking me. Very soon my respect will fade,” Lord Lucifer said in panic.

"How could you use an illusion to tamper with my white wolf bloodline!" The surrounding pack members began to whisper, some casting doubtful glances. "Is it really black magic?" "How could a white wolf turn into a gray one?" Faced with their doubts, I sneered, and the pressure of my silver wolf erupted from within me. A powerful force swept through the grounds like a tide, stunning everyone into silence. "I am the Alpha's daughter, the noblest bloodline of the Silvermane Pack. What need do I have for black magic?" But Iris had always been skilled at playing the victim.

During labor, the pup’s fur color would reveal its bloodline, and awakening would happen when a pup shifted from human to wolf form for the first time. “Low-rank werewolves can sometimes produce high-rank offspring,” I reminded her. “And my bloodline isn’t lowly either.” “That’s true. Let’s just hope everything goes smoothly,” she said. I counted the days until my labor, determined to expose Damian’s hypocrisy. Everyone was eagerly waiting to see if his boast would hold true. “Hey, who are you betting on?” someone outside asked. “Isn’t it obvious? The Blackwoods. A Golden Lycan’s pup can’t fail, even if the mother is a Beta. They have a better chance than the Stones,” another voice chimed in