Blood Line Book Novels & Stories

"Bloodlines vary in nature and attribute. Most bloodlines differ from each other. However, children from the same family tend to develop the same abilities due to this very same bloodline. The thing about bloodlines is that when they develop in a family, that family will continue to possess the abilities pertaining to that bloodline even after countless millennia. Unfortunately, the amount of abilities or the power of the abilities that a descendent of a family bloodline can inherit will depend on the density of his or her bloodline. This is the normal bloodline awakening that I'm sure you are all aware of. The uncommon bloodline awakening is the fusion of two bloodlines- the new awakening.

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.

Brian commanded, his voice tight and raspy as he grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from the melting wax. "Brian, look at these pages," I said, pointing my lantern beam toward an open, iron-bound tome resting right beside the stone bowl. I leaned closer, my eyes skimming the jagged red ink scribbled across the thick parchment pages. "These are bloodline rituals, Brian. Look at the diagrams drawn along the margins. They bind the life force of an ancient royal line directly to another pack's throne." "I don't care what is written in those books," Brian growled, his jaw set in a hard, rigid line, his eyes dark with a terrifying mix of grief and fury. "We are leaving this chamber right now."

Her eyes were sharp, assessing, and for the first time Evelyn realized the full weight of Ava’s warning. “You felt it too,” Ava said softly, her tone tinged with awe. “The bloodline… it’s stirring. It won’t wait for you to be ready.” Evelyn’s chest tightened. “I don’t understand. How? Why now?” Ava shook her head. “It doesn’t care about understanding. Only survival. And you—Evelyn—you are at the center.” The words hit like a dagger. Evelyn clutched the book tighter. “I… I need to know what’s happening,” she whispered.

“What are you looking for, my love?” “The records concerning the Ralta.” Seraphine pulled out a narrow book covered in dust. “This is it,” she said as she walked to the huge table in the middle of the library and took a seat. Maelva followed behind and sat beside her. The cover of the book carried an ancient symbol of a crescent moon surrounded by silver veins. Seraphine slowly opened the book and turned the first page. The writing was faded but still readable. She translated the ancient words aloud.

Frustration started low and quiet, then sharpened. “Why would she leave me a book I can’t open?” I muttered. I pressed harder at the lock. Tried the sides again. Turned the book sideways. Checked the underside, the seam, the hinge. Still nothing. Seraphina stirred. It feels like bloodline magic. I stopped. “What does that mean?” Protected by blood, she said. Made for one line. Not for strangers. I stared at the lock. The words made immediate, terrible sense. My mother had not merely hidden the book. She had bound it to blood. To lineage. To someone who belonged to her in a way no outsider ever could. It was meant for me.

“I didn’t hear you.” “I’ve been told I walk quietly.” She smiled. “I suppose working around council members teaches you that.” “I guess.” She glanced toward the shelf. “Bloodlines?” “Oh.” I quickly pulled my hand back. “I was just browsing.” “They’re fascinating.” “Are they?” “Oh, absolutely.” She stepped beside me. “There are families who can trace their lineage back nearly a thousand years.” “Really?” She nodded. “The old bloodlines carried unusual traits.” My heartbeat quickened. “Like what?”

That bloodline. Alice? She was a threat to that. She left him, but not quietly. She fled to Dominic Grey. A name whispered like a death sentence. No one challenged Dominic. Not even Christopher. Not when he had the black market, and the loyalty of entire cartels. A notorious scavenging felon willing to gut someone alive who accidentally stares at him. Alice gave birth to a girl, Jewel Grey. It was Dominic’s. But Christopher insanely wanted Alice. So instead of fighting to win her back, Christopher settled for what was left.

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.