Bloodline 3rd Season Novels & Stories

It was also the reason that the packhouse screamed of old money. Sapphira simply nodded through the entire exchange. Luckily, no one else seemed to have been listening to their conversation. But that didn't mean that the Alpha hadn't told anyone else of his suspicions, like his Beta. Sapphira glanced towards Beta Declan and Kate, but they were busy feeding each other much to their son's apparent disgust.

My house was still burning and I came out from its depth, stood there for a moment in dark, watching it burn to the ground the one mighty Jonas villa was now burning to ashes, who might have wondered if this could be the way for the tragic end of the Jonas Dynasty. When I was looking at my burning house I could hear the voices of celebration from the house next door, it was all sort of happy screams of congratulation, it was the Forbes, celebrating the death and defeat of my family but they were unaware the eldest son of the dynasty was still alive and he would not rest until he make all those people pay their debts who are responsible for his family’s death and in that moment I decided tha

“Head Elder Marcus, the surveillance crystal confirms it. Those who disrespected Miss Aria and attempted to defile the sacred relics belong to the local Alpha Ethan’s pack, his childhood friend Sophia, and these betas…” Sophia finally panicked. She looked to Ethan for help, her eyes filled with terror. “Ethan, say something! Doesn’t Aria always listen to you? Make her forgive us!” The betas were just as frantic, beads of sweat on their foreheads as they crowded around Ethan like a pack of lost dogs. “Yeah, Alpha Ethan, we only started the bloodline trial to prove Aria’s loyalty to you.” “And you never told us her family was so… so renowned. If we had known she was the descendant of Silver Wo

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

The thin line of morning light had widened, slicing across the floor and catching on the TV screen like it was waiting for me. My fingers twitched and without a thought, I reached for the remote and switched on the TV. I needed something to drown out my thoughts. The screen blinked to life, and my heart slammed once again, hard. And there it still was. Still the same broadcast, still the same headlines. Still the same images of Ryder holding Arianna as if she belonged to him. Arianna in his arms, being shielded and protected by him. The worst part, being claimed by the Alpha King in front of the entire world.

“You need to concentrate. Reign it in. Don’t resist it.” “I’m not resisting,” she gasped. “I can’t—stop it!” The forest shook around them. Rael pushed Kyle aside, stepping directly into Lydia’s line of power. “She needs the truth, not soothing words.” Kyle snapped back, “Rael, don’t…” “She carries the bloodline,” Rael stated firmly. “The blood of the Eclipsed Line.” The impact of those words was like a knife wound. Lydia’s control faltered. Kyle inhaled sharply.

Now he can move about avoiding the undead. “What’s that Dad?” Billy also looked at the paper but what he noticed was the names. He points with his finger for William to see. “It’s the bloodline,” William said. “Who is Amelia?” “I don’t know Billy.” “Here is Gia, my wife’s birthdate.” “Billy, this isn’t for you. What we did receive was a way for us to prepare the Cemetery. For once in your life do the right thing.” William was annoyed and openly disappointed.

"I am guessing you are a pure blooded vampire as well." "Yes... yes my prince." Raziel snaked his hand round her neck, not actually holding it tightly, but he gave the princess fright. "I come from a bloodline of powerful vampires my prince. We would be the perfect fit." She managed to say, and Raziel pressed on her neck a little. "You have heard about me right? I don't look back when killing my victims." He then looked straight at her as if he was referring to her, and the princess' heart skipped. "Your life is on the line here princess."

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."