Bloodline Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

In the middle of the room, there was a stone palette with twin figures carved in it. One was the old Silver Veil symbol. The other was a name. CRESSIDA. A third row flashed dimly beneath it: Phase IV Procedure: Bloodline Echo Remand into play. I felt Damien, standing behind me, go stiff. Bloodline echo. It wasn’t only about rousing her. This was about connecting her to someone whose blood she shared. Her half-brother. Damien. Cressida perched delicately on the lip of the stone slab, fingertips hovering over the ancient markings.

( Alyssa said) "Yes please, what does it say?" ( Mr Leonardo adds up In a hate and listened to what she had to say) Alyssa's turns her eyes and falls it on me while speaking, she says, "Life has a way of making us pay for our sins, and concerning the what you told me, yes!!! Your son is being hunted by the spirit of his dead brother". "what?" Mr Leonardo airs out in disbelief. Alyssa kept her countenance on me while Mr Leonardo vents out and leaves me behind.

They were testing the fences, looking for weakness in the new wolf. "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. It didn't come from Min. Elder Park, Underboss One, set his tea cup down. The sound was deafening. He looked around the room, his gaze heavy with decades of violence. "The bloodline is the law," Park rumbled. "The Chairman chose his heir. The Heir has cleaned the house. If anyone wishes to join Kang in his 'resignation,' speak now." The room went deadly still. Park’s endorsement was the seal of legitimacy.

This time Leo leaves a hand on my shoulder and turns me to face Ben along with him. “Ben, this is Remington. Alpha Jamie’s son.” This one sentence changed the air around us. A new wind blew through the pack members as the truth of my bloodline was announced so simply in that one introduction. Whispers moved through the group but the loudest gasp came from right in front of me, standing next to Ben. For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed.

An injured girl who can’t run away because she sprained her ankle and a serial killer preparing his tools for butchering. A cliche plot of a cliche horror movie. I looked down at the blood on the floor for a moment. Except this whole scenario is different… I remembered Vincent’s words, ‘The bloodline of the Vincenzo family will always have crazy people.’ How far does this go? My mind was still not thinking straight and I was still feeling bad because of the place. I heard him take another deep breath and looked at him again, his back muscles tensing and relaxing as he calmed himself down. Then, he turned around and walked back to me and I turned my gaze away again.

“The Bloodline Scroll was stolen the night of the attack. They knew it was with me. I don't know who told them.” I growled in anger and cut off the mindlink. “What is wrong?” He asked me and I ignored him about standing up. “You know that I remember.” This stopped me in my tracks.

Kael shielded himself, but I was already moving—free, alive, burning. The corridor outside was chaos. Sirens blared. Guards ran toward me, weapons raised, but the power within me reacted faster. Their bullets dissolved midair. I moved like lightning, my body guided by instinct I didn’t understand. Each guard that touched me fell unconscious, energy drawn from them like mist. Kael followed, unhurried, his voice echoing through the burning halls. “You still don’t understand what you carry. That bloodline you cling to—it’s older than the packs. Older than wolves.”

"Your eyes are changing more frequently now." I froze. My hand unconsciously touched my face. The crimson flashes had become harder to hide. "How do you know about that?" "Because it happened before." He replied. The answer immediately sharpened my attention."Before?" The Hunter stepped closer. "Your bloodline is older than Blackthorn and Kingshade." "It is older than most of the packs currently claiming power." I lowered the blade slightly. "What bloodline?" He looked toward the trees like he was deciding how much to reveal. "Crimson Wolves." He finally said.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

"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."