Bloodline Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

The instinct to protect what was his. Even from his own blood. Especially from his own blood. --- He tracked the scent to the east wing of the old house. The part no one used. Where the roof leaked and the floorboards remembered footsteps from decades ago. Elias was waiting. Of course he was. Men who left warnings in dead men's handwriting liked to watch them land. "She's dangerous." Elias didn't turn from the window. Below, the town moved through its morning, unaware. "The bloodline."

I said, and Saga visibly shuddered. “There’s something seriously wrong with that guy,” Saga said, and William put his arm around her. “Can’t I just alter his memories?” “I’m not sure if that would work. The royal bloodlines are different, somehow. We’re less affected by powers,” I said. Malachi, Jessica, Kiran, and Adara had opted to eat dinner in my dining room, as they worked through the ledgers and books I gave them. Kiran also didn’t want to lose his temper and kill Rupprecht. I had agreed with that last part. It would be safer for everyone. Jessica had just laughed and said he might just break his neck the first time Rupprecht sniffed in any of their directions.

“I have to fully understand the charges against me, research any past cases related to these accusations, and prepare to cross-examine witnesses who are probably powerful beings with abilities I can’t even imagine—” “So we’ll give you everything we’ve got,” Jake interrupted, already heading toward some file cabinets I hadn’t noticed. “Every detail about how the Tribunal operates, every case history we can find, and every weakness in their system that we know of from our contacts.” I glanced back at the formal charges listed on the summons—a document that could lead to my execution if the Tribunal decided I posed too much of a danger or was simply too much trouble to keep alive. Bloodline the

“It’s about what you carry within you.” My fists clenched tightly. “You mean my son.” The darkness in his smile deepened. “Oh, the boy is merely the beginning. But you… you are the last of the bloodline.” Confusion twisted my features. “What bloodline?” He stepped closer, and when he spoke again, his voice danced on the edges of my mind like a thousand sinister whispers. “You have no idea what you are, do you?” And then— Everything went black. Caleb When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the library.

it all made a sick kind of sense. He wasn’t just attacking a rival. He was dismantling a father’s legacy. A legacy he was denied. “You planned this from the beginning,” I muttered, disbelief bleeding into fury. Adrian smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I didn’t plan to fall in love with the chaos. But yes, I planned it.” One of the officers stepped forward again, visibly shaken but regaining composure. “You still committed crimes. Bloodlines don’t erase felonies.”

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

Wanted to watch him choke on his words. My wolf purred her approval. No. I needed to get rid of these thoughts. I needed my inhibitors. They were in the trunk with my suitcase, useless until we stopped. I took a deep breath. Then another. I focused on the feeling of air filling my lungs, the steady rhythm of it. The murderous thoughts didn't leave completely, but they dulled. Became background noise instead of a scream. I reached for my backpack and unzipped it. The Bloodline Codex sat on top of the other books. I pulled it out carefully and set it on my lap.

“THE SKATER KID’S GOT VERONIN EYES. TOO CLEAN TO BE STREET. HE DOESN’T KNOW WHO HE IS. BUT I FUCKING DO.” My pulse stops. I stare at it so long the letters blur. And when I read it again, it still says the same thing. Roman knew. My stomach twists. I close the journal. Open it again. The words don’t change. My fingers are trembling. I flip to the next page. “BLOODLINE UNCONFIRMED, BUT THE TELL IS IN HIS MOUTH—THE WAY HE USES PAIN. THE WAY HE HIDES. HE’S A VERONIN. EVEN IF HE DOESN’T KNOW IT.”

The Guardian lowered its massive head until its eyes were level with mine. For a long moment, neither of us moved. Then, slowly, it bowed. A stunned murmur spread through both armies. I heard weapons falling to the ground. I heard people whispering. But my attention never left the creature in front of me. It wasn’t bowing to me as a person. It was bowing to the Bloodline. A voice echoed inside my mind. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t frightening. It felt ancient. The Bloodline is whole. My breath caught.