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.

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.

“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.”

Rhea, dying in a pool of her own blood, had watched the entire scene. A bitter, mocking smile touched her lips. "The Bloodline Recall has a fatal flaw. It automatically stops when the deceased's memories are too traumatic. It stopped when she still had a sliver of hope. Father, do you have any idea what kind of hell she went through after that?" Kaelan was silent, his fists clenched so tightly he forgot Lilith's hand was still in his, nearly crushing her fingers.

It is a very heavy crime and my life probably will never be enough for the royal family. I don't know if the queen or the other princes believed that I am really the mastermind. But if they do believe that, I will not blame them or anything. Evidence was presented to them proving that I am guilty, so I can't blame them for believing. That is their version of truth and even we have different versions of truth, it doesn't mean that their point of view and their emotions are not valid.

Literally, the only people who can resist it is my immediate family, even other vampires feel forced to tell me what I want to know. But not her. She’s only a half-blood. How can she resist me like that? Our family comes from one of the original, pure vampire lines and we have managed to keep those lines pure. Because of this, we’re stronger than almost every other vampire. There’s no reason that she shouldn’t have succumbed to my compelling. Blade walks in the room and my eyes flicker up to meet him and Luther tells him, “Don’t even think about speaking to him. He’s in a shitty mood.”

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.