Blood-kin Novels & Stories

Felix didn't waste time on pleasantries and immediately approached the gathered bodies. After examining them for over ten minutes, Felix walked back to Xena. "It doesn't appear to be the work of Necrobound, but I can't rule it out entirely. All these people are missing their lifeblood." Lifeblood—also known as vital essence—was the deep red blood that flowed directly from the heart's main artery. In traditional medicine, it was considered the essence of life, derived from the transformation of nutrients by the spleen and stomach, and crucial to a person's health.

The healer exclaimed urgently, "That won't work! You're Type A, and Ms. George is Type O. Given her weakened state after the injury, she might not be able to handle the violent energy in an alpha's blood. It has to be human blood." After hearing this, Kieran's gaze snapped to me. At that moment, I felt like I had been struck by lightning. I stepped back abruptly, my voice trembling. "I won't do it." My blood, the one thing they saw as special in this body they deemed a lowly human's, was now supposed to be used as a tool to save his heir? "Elise!" Kieran grabbed my wrist, his eyes sharp. "This isn't the time for your tantrum! She's carrying the pack's heir! If something happens, we'll never

"Those animals were kind to us because of your command. That helped us gather experimental data and maintain the Potters' position in research and business." I sucked in a cold breath and spoke through the pain, "Aunt Wendy is gone now, and the wolf pack has been harmed. I'm not staying here anymore." "It's all my fault, May. The Potters can't be destroyed by Noah's hands! I'll expel Noah and forbid anyone from helping him. Please stay, alright?" I spat out blood and touched the bone flute on my neck calmly. "Ava made a bone flute with my wolf mom's blood and bones. Go beg her instead. After all, Noah said she's a hundred times better than me."

as his voice cut through the silence. “What do you mean by that I said?” The air felt cold. William looked at me this time, then he said slowly, “Not even your blood or any blood from your relatives. The blood from your family could kill him.” The room spun. My breath came short and sharp. “Kill him?” The word tore out of me like a scream. William’s jaw tightened, his voice calm but heavy with something I couldn’t name. “Yes. It could trigger a fatal reaction. We need a perfect match, and it cannot come from your family line either.”

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

And see what you really are. The pool rippled. The steam cleared. I looked. The water showed me not my reflection. It showed me my blood. Dark, thick, pulsing with light—gold and black intertwined, woven together like threads in a tapestry. The bloodline of Kaelen, the golden light of the Lycan prince. And the bloodline of the shadow, the dark hunger that had been passed from vessel to vessel for centuries. They were not separate. They had never been separate. Not in me. Marcus had made sure of that.

I had watched him kill traitors and humans with a single slap, snapping their necks like twigs. Veyron leaned in. I met his eyes, and his frown deepened. "Close your eyes." I obeyed, shutting them tight, surrendering to the darkness. His lips met mine. The kiss was soft at first, then came his tongue and something metallic that tasted of vanilla and copper. I knew it instantly. Veyron's blood. He never bled unless he chose to. His blood was currency in our pack, harvested by scientists for healing syrups and pills that cured everything from infections to cancer. Taken directly, it granted rapid healing, surging energy, vitality that made the recipient feel reborn.

“My enemy lurks within this Park, the last blood of Kayla. Only if you bring her to me, I may spare you.” “It was said that Kayla's last blood held a great piece of virtue. She requested for her lover's ashes to be given to her as the reward for handing out her lover, Emmett, to the Alpha of their time to slay. They had it all these while, and maybe, along the way, they sold it to the hands of strangers, like the humans.” “Please, master, the people who had your urn know Kayla's last blood. You should go get your answers now for we know nothing.”

Thirty-Two: Nighttime Whispers EIRA Is it foolishness to assume that this child of prophecy is not Kael? That there’s other pups born of royal blood with white hair? Cassian frowns. “I would argue that one cannot possibly have white hair but…my former mate had white hair.” Gaza’s eyes briefly cut to mine, and I swallow thickly. “Yea, I think I remember that oddity.” Lysandra nods. “White hair is only common among the moonblood line,” Gaza explains, and it takes everything in me not to run out of here. “Prophecies surround them.”

“What is the Right of Blood Duel?” Kane, who stood among the witnesses, spoke up, his voice tense with barely contained anger. “It’s a system for settling disputes. When two leaders both claim rights to the same bloodline, they can resolve it through combat. The winner gets everything—the bloodline, pack loyalty, everything.” “Marcus has no claim to my bloodline,” I protested. “He’s neither my mate nor my father—”