Bible Bloodlines Novels & Stories

This time Leo leaves a hand on my shoulder and turns me to face Ben along with him. “Ben, this is Remington. Alpha Jamie’s son.” This one sentence changed the air around us. A new wind blew through the pack members as the truth of my bloodline was announced so simply in that one introduction. Whispers moved through the group but the loudest gasp came from right in front of me, standing next to Ben. For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed.

she managed to say, her heart beating faster than ever. Slowly, with his stare fixed on her, Robert let go of her hand, wondering why his heart felt this way. Looking away, an awkward feeling overwhelming him, he sat on the bed diverting his gaze back to her, "I know that you shouldn't be helping me Merga, our worlds are different, sworn enemies. In my life, I have never thought of coming in contact with a witch, but here I am alive for the second time because of one, something that I won't ever have imagined" he paused glancing around, "My father did the wrong thing wiping some of your being away, he got the wrong idea of who witches are and he did that because of the fear in him" his eyes

I appreciated that she kept us grounded instead of letting the moment spiral into speculation. She explained that some of the oldest royal records described bloodlines recognizing one another, though the language was symbolic more often than literal, and much of it had been lost or damaged over the centuries. She wasn't claiming the twins had any magical ability. She was simply suggesting that if the old royal blood and Blackwood's bloodline were connected the way the ancient texts hinted, the twins might be responding to both lines even before birth. I didn't like the implication. "Does that mean they already have some connection to Blackwood decided for them?" I asked.

"The bloodline." "You smelled it the moment she crossed the line." "She's human." "She's *carrying* it." Elias turned. Same gray eyes. Same bone structure. Separated by thirty years and a devotion to purity Kael had never shared. "The Holt woman has the marker." "The same as 1893." "The same as your mother." --- Kael's hands found his pockets. The same habit as the library steps. Hiding the curl of his fingers. The need to hold something.

Edmund sat down opposite me, while Ashton remained standing. “There are four royal lines spread throughout Europe. The oldest family is yours. The second family is the Archambeau line, the third family is the Conrad line, and the fourth family is the Anselm line. The St. Claire line ruled in Scotland, and the Archambeau line still rules in France. The Conrad line rules in Germany, and the Anselm line rules in Denmark,” Edmund said. “My insanity comment hasn’t changed,” I said. Edmund regarded me carefully. Royal families? This man was delusional, and he was really convinced that I was this prince he was looking for. I could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all.

I carry the Godfather's bloodline. The air froze instantly. Marco's face turned a violent shade of red. The hand gripping Mia's backside tightened suddenly. She let out a muffled cry of pain but did not dare struggle. "What did you say?" The words squeezed out between Marco's teeth. His eyes locked onto my flat stomach, as if fire might erupt from them at any moment. The next second, his thick hand wrapped around my throat. "You've always been a rude little tramp. But at the very least, you shouldn't throw filth onto the Godfather."

"Does that mean the Moon Goddess made a mistake this time?" Another question popped up. "What do you mean, Victoria? The Moon Goddess knows what she’s doing. She doesn’t make mistakes." "I’m just stating the obvious. Isn’t your dad an Alpha? Mine is, and so are all of you here.. But she, she is half werewolf, half witch." Victoria shot back. "What are you saying, Victoria? She has more Alpha blood than you do. She’s got the Wolf King bloodline." "She’s even the White Wolf. How can you say that, Victoria?"

my grandmother said. "The thread," I said carefully. "The origin point it connects to." I paused. "It is older than the function's documented history." I paused. "The translation shows it as the point from which multiple bloodline threads in the current landscape radiate." I paused. "Multiple." I paused again. "Not one ancestral family. Multiple bloodlines all originating from the same location." "How many," she said. I read the translation. Counted the radiating directions. "Seven," I said.

“Why do you ask?” “Just curious,” I said. “I think my mom thought somebody close to the family was following some new offshoot of the faith. Not sure why — or if — that’s important yet, but she has several details bookmarked.” “Anything else she focused on?” Lucas inquired. “Quite a few things,” I said. “The church, royal bloodlines, the dominion over humans… There’s a lot here.” “Wait… what about royal bloodlines?” Lucas asked.

Lydia's remarks kept coming back to me. I mumbled, looking at the faded inscription, "The Forgotten Bloodline." "What does it signify?" Dennis crossed his arms and walked inside the room. "You've spent hours in here. Have you had any luck?" "Not yet," I said in frustration. "But I need to find out what Lydia meant when she said something about my bloodline." Dennis studied the open pages as he leaned over. "How about this? He gestured at a line that was scribbled in the margins: The lineage that connects the darkness and the light.