Ariana Grande Bloodline Lyrics Novels & Stories

Not even Jaxon with one of his crude memes or voice notes saying “I miss that mouth.” Maybe they’ve moved on. Maybe I was just a tool. Maybe I left too soon. Maybe I stayed too long. I press play on my music. The playlist I made when I first escaped the cabin. Every song sounds wrong now. Except one. “I Miss the Misery” – Halestorm. I close my eyes. Let it bleed into my ears like a confession. Because God, I do. I miss the misery. I miss the pain that meant I was still tethered to them. I miss being somebody’s anything, even if it meant I belonged to the wrong people.

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

I came back to my senses when I heard Jannah’s announcement. Arlene sadly smiled at me before walking towards the mini stage. I sigh when the song title she decided flashes on the screen, “Through the Fire” by Chaka Khan. The lyrics of the song expressed our desire to do everything in the name of love. I know that is how Arlene felt for Mago. I was like her before, but I am done now.

This man is truly ideal. Before singing the second verse, I let Maria and Luna play and counted to ten. “I’ve looked for love in all the same old places.” When he heard my voice, Aries froze. I didn't mind him and kept singing. “But you poured out your heart, I didn’t waste it. ‘cause there’s nothing like your love, to get me high, yeah.” My hand moved to my belly and managed to strike the high note. I heard Aries harmonizing with me from the back as I sang the second chorus. I ignored him and turned to look at Grandma, who was staring at us.

He fell back to the ground with me on top; in retaliation for what he had done to me, I scratched his neck - the first thing I could sink my nails into - then leapt up to my feet. A single drop of blood fell to the floor from my broken scar, and the most animalistic growl I had ever heard rippled out of my own chest. I spun to the stairs in a sprint, hoping to the Goddess that no one had heard the commotion and would be waiting to take me down. “IRWIN!” Omari yelled after me, as I made it down a couple of steps. Something compelled me to look back at him.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. The elder smiled. “And what would you rather have me call you?” Aria took a deep breath. Her voice came steady and loud. “You will address me as Aria of the First Bloodline,” she said. “True sovereign by birth.” The great hall erupted. There were gasps, shouts and denials. “That’s not possible!” “The First Bloodline is extinct!” “That is a lie!” The elder laughed softly. “A clever lie, I must say.” Aria turned her palm upward.

“The truth of your lineage. Of the curse that bound your ancestors—and you.” Aria stepped forward, her hands trembling as she reached for the scroll. “What does it say?” Elara unfurled the parchment, the ink still vibrant despite its age. She began reading, her voice laced with reverence and dread. > “To the Daughter of the Crescent Blood, Born of the Betrayed and the Banished, Bound not by fate but by decree, Your lineage shall carry the weight of the Oath, Until one breaks the bloodlines and the chains…”

Again, Ariana shut her up. “Then listen to me very well… Tell your slutty and bitchy daughter that she should never appear in front of me ever again. I swear to fuck that I'm going to cut off her filthy ass and then fry it and shove it onto her fucking filthy and shity mouth to eat. You know what, the most embarrassing thing in my life is to have blood relations with you. FUCK YOU ALL!!!” Ariana roared everything she wanted to tell her and then hung up the call.

It is crude, uninhibited, yet it exists. "Why me?" I whisper, barely audible. "Why do I have this—this power?" Lucian is indecisive in response. The lineage of your blood is unique, Freya. With something old, some mighty thing it brings. But that will get you, too, a target. The words of his send chills up my spine. "A target for who?" "Everyone," he says simply. The rascals, Kane, even your pack, if they had known what was right.

I felt a shiver run down my spine with her Word's. "What kind of bloodline?" Aria's eyes darted around the cell room, ensuring no one was close to us. "The Blood of the Ancients wolf. It's said to hold the key to unlocking the pack's true potential and also more of his powers." My mind reeled with the implications and also many thoughts. "And you think Alpha Dante wants to claim this female for himself Al alone without crystal getting jealous?" Aria nodded with a grin. "Yes. And I think we're in danger at this point, Lyra. We're not from this pack as you know, and we don't have the same bloodline as them. But...."