Blood-kin Novels & Stories

Chapter 6: The Price of Power Karina stood at the center of the dimly lit chamber, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. Her fingers tingled with the strange, foreign power that surged beneath her skin. The bloodline—her blood—was the key to something far darker than she had imagined. But the deeper she felt into it, the clearer it became: this wasn’t just a ritual. This was a war—one that would cost her everything, but one she could win.

Her touch was firm, not comforting, but grounding. “No, Xian’na, that is not the limit,” Kelvin said, his voice hard with absolute certainty, like a general dismissing a false battle report. He turned fully to face me, his blue eyes intense. “We, your brothers, only inherited a small portion of what you have, Xian’na. Your power, the Holy Bloodline itself, is limitless. It is a constant river. What failed was the dam—the human vessel.”

The posture of someone who'd been carrying weight too long. Almost relieved to set it down. Alisha found me at the window. "Blood means something different to everyone," she said quietly. I looked at her. "Val's pack blood. Joshua's father's blood. Cole's betrayal blood." She paused. "Yours and mine. Cousin blood. Silvermoon blood." "All of it counts?" "All of it." She nodded. "Even the betrayal. Because it shows us who stays." I looked at her. "You stayed."

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

And then, I stepped inside. The man seated opposite my father did not turn, yet his presence filled the room. Broad shoulders, streaks of silver woven into dark hair, ink curling over his neck, promising more beneath the fabric of his shirt. Strength, control, danger—it emanated from him like smoke from a slow-burning fire.

My heart stumbled when I reached out and one flared brighter beneath my touch. A kin marker. The bone beneath my fingers thrummed like a heartbeat. For a second, I felt not just its power but its bloodline, winding through me, binding me. Sera’s voice was hushed. “What does it mean?” I swallowed hard. “It means… I’m not the only one. My blood isn’t just mine. It’s tied to them.” Before I could say more, the air shifted. Cold mist curled along the floor, seeping from the cracks between stones.

“Your blood calls to mine. You know that.” The words punched the air from my chest. I staggered back as the truth I already knew pressed harder against my ribs. He wasn’t lying. My instincts—my Omega instincts—never lied. And every time he came close… every time he touched the edges of my mind… every time his presence reached for me… My blood answered. My instincts recognized him. Family. Kin. Twisted, hidden, dangerous kin. He lowered the item slightly, and shadows curled around it like protective claws.

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Shantelle said. "You know me? Wow, I'm really handsome," Knox said airily. Shantelle and I looked at each other and then laughed together. "Why are you laughing?" he asked wryly. "You're arrogant!" Shantelle and I laughed together when we spoke at the same time. Knox scratched the back of his neck. "By the way, Gabria. I need to bring you to our town so you can be safe and we can find out what kind of blood you have. Because now… I can't smell your blood anymore after treating your wounds,” Shantelle said seriously.