Ancient Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Eve's POV The fifth faction was called the Bloodline Council. They were the oldest faction in the Conclave. Older than the Military faction. Older than the Merchant faction. Older than everything except the Conclave itself. They represented the ancient supernatural bloodlines, the families that had been part of the supernatural world since before anyone had started writing things down. Vampires who had seen empires rise and fall. Witch lineages that predated the Conclave by centuries. Shifter clans whose histories went back further than most recorded supernatural law.

>The Zeryth, whose mouths split too wide and whose laughter bled into sobbing, the cruelest tricksters among the clans. And the youngest, >The Dayborn acolytes, fragile still, their blood unripe but their ambition fierce. They wore masks heavier than their bodies, desperate to belong among ancients who barely noticed them. And above them all, whispers still carried of a line that no longer existed. La Sanguinae Vera. The True Blood. The First Line. The one from whom all others had descended, and the one thought lost forever in the Ashen Sundering. Some still spoke their name with reverence. Others spat it like a curse. But all agreed: their extinction was a wound, and their absence left powe

Needed someone to hear it said. I’d been that someone more times than I could count. I watched Isabella as he spoke. “Seven packs,” the Ancient Lycan said. “Seven bloodlines. Each representing a distinct channel of the original Lycan power, dispersed through generations of territorial separation.” He looked at his own hands — at the runes moving on them — and something in his posture changed. Not softened. Deepened. “When the bloodlines were one, the power was whole. Division weakened each part. What I discovered, three centuries ago, was that the division could be reversed.”

“Andreas obviously comes from two ancient, pure bloodlines. I think it will be a female wolf who needs his protection. Will she come from a new bloodline, or is there something wrong with her bloodline? It was difficult to tell for sure. The records are scarce. Even contacted a few Elder Council members. I didn’t bring up Andreas’s name, but when I asked if they had heard about it, they all said no. Tainted bloodlines are rare and phase out quickly. New bloodlines are just as rare and no one is really sure how they start. Sometimes humans who are turned to shifters can be the start of a bloodline, but it’s unlikely.” “So we basically still have nothing to go on other than there’s a female we

Was Jace really Dominic’s adopted son—or was he something far more dangerous? A pawn. A weapon. The lost bloodline of the Chevre, raised in the heart of their enemy’s house. The implications twisted through the decades of bitter feud, alliances broken, and lives destroyed. Jace Grey was no accident. He was the result of a gamble played by men who dealt in secrets. And now, knowing the truth, the observer smiled—cold, calculating. The game had just changed.

Rowan's eyes darkened. "Hunters." A chill swept through the room. "Hunters of what?" another elder demanded. The elder hesitated, then answered. "A bloodline." The room erupted into whispers. I felt my heartbeat increase. Beside me, Lynx remained perfectly still. "The faction believed certain bloodlines carried ancient abilities." The elder looked down at the insignia again. "They spent decades searching for them." "And if they found them?" a warrior asked. The old wolf's expression hardened. "They either controlled them," he paused for a moment. "Or destroyed them,” he said.

Most of it gathering dust. Rhea led me to the restricted section. A locked door that required her authority to open. Inside the air smelled like old paper and secrets no one wanted found. "What are we looking for?" I asked. "Answers." She scanned the shelves. Pulled down a thick leather volume. Set it on the reading table with a heavy thud. "Bloodline records. Ancient families. Powers that manifested in specific lineages." She flipped through pages. Stopped on a section titled MOON-TOUCHED BLOODLINES.

“Only the blood of a lycan with ancient bloodline can cure the blight..” The witches didn't mention ancient bloodlines. Elaris continues. “The informants are watching out for which Lycan blood will work when given out and report back. I can't give out mine without risking myself.” Is she insinuating she’s from an ancient bloodline. My father had gotten it all wrong from the beginning. The goddess had blessed her from birth. “But you gave out last time.” Cody points out. She shakes her head. “I didn't know then and I'm sorry for how the outcome turned out to be.”

“Before Nightbane. Before Silver Creek. Before the packs divided themselves into separate territories.” She stepped toward the cracked altar slowly, her fingers brushing across ancient markings etched into the stone. “There were once two ruling bloodlines,” she continued. “One carried authority strong enough to command wolves. The other carried the ability to strengthen and stabilize that power.” My stomach tightened. I already knew where this was going. Seris looked at me. “Silver Creek descended from one line,” she said softly. Then her gaze shifted toward Kael. “Nightbane descended from the other.” Silence filled the chamber again.