Blood-kin Novels & Stories

Beltrán clutched my collar, dragging me closer until his mouth reached my ear. “The ledger…” Blood bubbled over his lips. “The ledger has… the real dosages…” His grip weakened. “Page thirty-four…” His eyes struggled to remain open. “Kill… the Don…” His hand went limp. His eyes stared blankly toward the vaulted ceiling. Silence descended over the room. I sat there covered in my uncle’s blood, the obsidian ring burning in my left hand and the bone spike clenched in my right. My father walked slowly across the shattered room.

The air choked of mystery, and though the window curtains were drawn close, the eerie sound of silence could still be heard from outside. "Throughout history, the blood kings have always been blessed with tremendous power. They get that power after a specific amount of blood has been spilled, and that is why, right from a young age, the next generation is strictly trained for war. The more people they have killed, the more power they unlock. When their power becomes activated, they feast on blood and destroy everything in their path; hence the name Blood King. "So why do we need a bride?" Calhoun asked. "You need to find the woman with who you feel a connection. When you find her, you both w

I asked confused. “No disrespect William but no your blood would take longer to find her. Normally a living relative would work nicely however now that Jake here and Angel are one by soul and heart their blood is also the same. Using his blood will work almost instantly” he explains. Once Jakes blood falls onto the map the candles surrounding it suddenly light up. Henrik begins chanting something in Latin and while he does to my amazement the blood on the map instantly moves across the map stopping at one location. “Found her” Jake snarls.

I was there, serene as ever, dressed in my favorite blue skirt that cinched at the waist and fell to my knees. It was the skirt he had always said I looked stunning in. The realization hit Keith like a punch to the gut—I had died on my way to his bonding ceremony, clutching the invitation he had sent me. "Sir." His Beta's voice snapped him back to reality. Keith was not indifferent; he was in agony, his calm nothing more than a facade. Keith shook off the shock and moved closer. He had seen his share of the dead, but accepting that I was the one lying there was something else entirely.

" Page by page, I turned through it. The crowd gradually fell silent. "In this house, every bite of food I ate, every piece of clothing I wore, had a clearly marked price." I closed the notebook and looked straight into Brian's eyes. "Dad taught me this since I was a kid. Fair exchange. No free lunch. "So, tell me. Why should I pay for his medical bills now? What does his illness have to do with me? Is this something I consumed?" Brian's face changed. He stammered. "Th…that's still our dad! He raised you! That kind of debt is greater than anything!"

Kendrick patted her, as she kept on sobbing. Baby? Old romantics. Ugh! I bet the gen Z’s believed in that. The ER door slid open, and we rushed over to him. Lucian was bathed in sweat, chest heaving. “We need blood. O+” “Am O- same as Kendrick,” Natasha muttered. He turned to me with a knowing gaze and my mouth dried up. “Our bank is empty… he’s our only chance.” I shook my head, laughing. “Your’e joking. He’s six and you said it yourself… he’s anaemic.”

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.

Chapter 20: Bloodline and Bypass "Stop," Thalen hissed, his hand shooting out to lock around Zeyric’s wrist with a grip so tight the bones clicked together in the freezing gloom of Malakor’s antechamber. "Do you feel that? The threshold ward isn’t just keyed to faculty mana signatures. It’s a literal blood-gate. It reads lineage."

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never