Blood Legacy Novels & Stories

I ran my hands through my hair. ...... Writer's POV Elder Wealth stood in the large room with his family. His wife was present, along with his first son, Derek, his second son, Richard, and his first daughter, Delia. "You're not thinking clearly. My son would never do that," Elder Wealth's wife said bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've already lost two of my children in the war, and it's not going to happen again. Not while I'm still alive..." "That's exactly why I agree with Father," the first son snapped suddenly. "I lost my two siblings in that war because of him. I'm completely on board..."

Instead, he walked toward the mini bar, poured a glass of something dark, and downed it in one long swallow. He only turned to face me at that point. “There’s an old legend among wolves. One my father used to tell before bedtime like a ghost story. About a Luna born once in a generation. One who carries two bloodlines. one who, unless marked by force, cannot be controlled by any Alpha A chill snaked down my spine. I opened my mouth to ask the question forming like a storm in my chest, but he beat me to it. "And you, Lila... you came from noble blood on your father's side and rogue blood on your mother's side." I missed it. “That’s not possible my father was”

“You mean you went through my stuff?” “Don’t worry, I didn’t steal anything or see something mortifying.” I rolled my eyes. “So what’s Lex’s blood type?” He barely blinked as he waited for my answer. I licked my lips and swallowed hard. “Maybe your mother belonged to the Rh blood group, while Lex carries recessive genes that gave them a baby Rhnull.” “You’re not an expert. Do you know how fucking crazy you sound right now?” His nose flared. “Yes, I’m not, but a simple G****e search can give me a plausible answer.”

It was unbelievable. The tragedy happened more than twenty years ago. There was still sadness in Leonardo’s heart, but at least he could now keep his cool when recounting the incident. He continued, “Tyr, the berserk blood is not exclusive to the Alroy family. It is inherited at random. Seeing past patterns, only one person of a generation will inherit the blood. “Your mother, Lydia, inherited the berserk blood from your grandfather.” “Which means you and the other siblings, excluding my mother, are spared from the carnage of the berserk blood?”

Eyes like coal dipped in ice. “If you’re watching this, it means they’ve turned. Not against you. Against the blood.” “I always knew Umbra would rise again. I just didn’t think it would rise through our own veins.” Don Emilio lit a match. Let it burn down to the tip before snuffing it. “There’s a kill code. Buried in the genome of our bloodline. It can only be activated once.” “It’s encoded in you, Lorenzo.” Lorenzo didn’t breathe.

She had walked into this willingly, desperate though she had been. Gregory leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping. “Tell me, Evelyn. Do you know what it means to carry the Blackwood name in your blood?” Her pulse stuttered. “I’m not carrying the name. Just, the child.” “That is the name,” Gregory said simply. “Blood is legacy. And legacy is everything.” Evelyn swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. Gregory’s intensity was unsettling, even when wrapped in calm words. He spoke as though the weight of the family already rested on her shoulders, as though she weren’t just a surrogate but something more.

“Do not presume my powers bend to your demands, wolf. What runs in your child’s veins comes from more than mere sickness. It is a legacy. An inheritance. A mark placed long before she drew her first breath.” Her words felt like ice poured down my spine. “What do you mean?” I whispered. The woman is confusing us more. “Blood carries memory, Selene. Yours is rare, divine and damned all at once. His—” she flicked her gaze to Tristan “—is wild, primal. Liora carries both. But when two bloodlines meet, they do not always merge in peace. Sometimes, they clash. Sometimes, they war inside the vessel. And the child… suffers.”

I was trapped in the past, buried in these damn history books like I was trying to dig up my own answers from centuries ago. My fingers flipped another fragile page, the parchment delicate beneath my touch. The text was faded in some areas, but the heading caught my eye: The Blood Legacy of the Bluestone Alpha Line. I leaned in, my eyes scanning every word like it might tell me something new. I’d already pieced together most of it from Ava, Christian, and Tyler over the past few days. But hearing it from their lips wasn’t the same as reading it with my own eyes. The Second Life Gene.

"Let De Luca go. This is between us." "Between us?" Alessandro laughed, a dry, joyless laugh. "Everything is between us. It always was. Ever since we were born, ever since they locked me up, ever since I lived the life that should have been mine in a cell." "Elena, it wasn't our fault. We weren't even born yet."But they carry his blood. His name. His heritage. Alessandro pointed them out one by one. You, Dante, the heir. You, Enzo, the avenger. You, Antonio, the forgotten one. You, Andrea, are the wanted one. And you, Marco and Luca, are the accomplices. All tainted. All guilty.

He opened the box, revealing a series of glass slides etched with microscopic codes and a heavy, archaic-looking needle made of a dull, dark metal. "The vault isn't down there, Iris," Ethan said. His voice was toneless, a flat imitation of the brother I loved. "The vault is the blood records. The original Charter of the founding families wasn't written in ink on parchment. It was written in the lineage itself. And for the legacy to continue, the accounts have to be settled. The ledger must be balanced." "What does that mean, Ethan?" I asked, my voice cracking. "Balance the accounts? We aren't numbers! We're your family!"