Batman Bloodline Novels & Stories

“My scars are proof. I carry the pain of his cruelty in every breath. I have fought and survived. I do not offer false hope, there are many of us who wish to see his final days.” The tension in the air was palpable. Balmol studied him, the weight of leadership etched on his face. “We have waited long for a chance to fight back. Speak plainly—what do you ask of us?” Damon’s lips pressed into a thin line, the firelight flickering against the hard planes of his face. “Adrian’s power is built on fear and silence. We will find those who suffer beneath him and unite. We strike at his roots. But the war will be brutal. We must be precise and relentless, with us we have his old chosen mate… he bruta

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

For normal people, they would think that it was just for the design, when in fact it is the real history of the Bane royal family from the very first descendant of the bloodline. “This is an heirloom, this was built when the first Lycan was born into this world. The Bane family is the one who assisted the moon goddess as she ruled over the world for a long time before she ascended into the moon with their warrior, General Xerxes.” “Wow, you know this much about the history of your family?” Zane was impressed with his knowledge while Nicholas could only shrug his shoulders. Sometimes Zane would forget that Nicholas was an Alpha King since with her, he is nothing but a doting husband and a car

“They must not know. The Blood Moon pack hides more than just wolves within their ranks. Their bloodline... it is tainted. A legacy of power and darkness. If we’re not careful, it could destroy us all. We must keep the Jonathans separate.” My heart races as I read the words over again. Tainted bloodline? Legacy of power? And why were we supposed to stay separated? None of it makes sense. “What were they hiding?” I whisper, the words barely audible in the still air. I grab the diary and start flipping through the pages faster, looking for more clues. The next entry is dated several years later. The handwriting is steadier, more composed. “The Vincent line grows stronger with each generation.

From what I can tell, her other bloodline might possibly be under Elizabeth’s bloodline— because, for a vampire, she’s beautiful. “A vampire…huh. Whose bloodline were you under…?” I said to Sherry. “Eh? You are familiar with the vampire race…?” “I read history, more or less.” “My family bloodline is under Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius, and Lady Elizabeth.” Hearing those unbelievable words, I shook my head for a moment to clear my thoughts. “Say that again?” I ask to confirm once more. “Okay… Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius and Lady Elizabeth.”

“We hit a dead end though, we got as far as our ancestor who was fleeing Europe. A Luna whose unborn son became alpha. Their family name died off when he sired only girls in the next generation.” “What was the family name?” Banner asked innocently. Outside we could start to hear the clouds start to rumble, a storm was coming. He grabbed a pad and pencil. “I want to look further, maybe I can find something in the old European archives?” “Um...Bane. The son’s name was William Henry Bane.” We all glanced to the door as a nurse ran in, out of breath. “Sorry. Doc... Luna... it’s Alpha...” “Is she okay?!” I asked, jumping up from my chair.

I ask flipping through the pages. “Well if you go back to the start of the story it’s him turning the four of his best soldiers into Vampires, so I guess it means they are the first bloodline and are sired to him.” She explains and shows me the page. “Ok but what does sired to him mean exactly.” I ask so full of questions than I had before all of this.

I told Damon that for his sake, but it was also for my own selfish reasons. Damon and I… we’re centuries apart in age, but he’s all I have. I came from the Beta bloodline of the blackthorn pack. I was barely six when my family was ambushed after returning from the Howlers' night festival. They tore through my home, tearing my family apart. The perpetrators still haven’t been exposed.

“You think she believes it? “She doesn’t need to believe it,” I reply. “She just needs us to.” Mateo walks in then, holding a tablet. “I found something. The inscription—‘When blood betrays blood’—it’s not new. It’s from the Codex Sangue. A prophecy written by the Vatican centuries ago. It warns of a bloodline cursed by its own union.” I meet his eyes. “Whose bloodline?” He hesitates. “The Moretti lineage.”

Damon’s voice cut in sharply. “He is an infant.” Cassian chuckled. “Not exactly.” A chill crawled along my spine. “What are you saying?” I asked quietly. Cassian paused. Then he spoke slowly. “This child carries two bloodlines that have been enemies for generations.” My mind froze. “What?” Lucian went completely still. Damon sounded furious. “You are lying.” Cassian ignored him. “The Vale bloodline,” he continued calmly, “and the Hale Alpha line.” My breathing hitched.