Bloodline Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

He was like a ghost, and the expression on his face told Dominic that he hadn’t kept on drinking. “Fuck, Gage,” Ethan said. Hudson turned toward Gage and grinned. “It depends why you’re getting slapped.” “Do you already have a little stiff one, Hudson? All this talk about getting slapped gets your blood pumping, right?” Hudson was the wild card—dark and dangerous. He had a twisted sense of right and wrong and a soft spot for prostitutes, animals, and Dominic. He had a tendency to go off the rails, and more than once, Dominic had to bail him out of jail. Hudson also had longish hair, but it was his eyes that scared people.

His response was to crush my fingers underfoot and hiss, "If you hadn't been so greedy for the inheritance, Ethan and the others wouldn't have gone out that night, and they wouldn't have died in that crash! "I've put up with you all this time just to see you pay for what you've done to Ethan and the rest!" In the end, Dad beat me to death. My body was contorted into a terracotta figure, eternally bowing down at the graves of my half-siblings. As I remembered the pain from my last moments in that previous life, I clenched my fists.

“They’re interested in the Resonance.” She pointed to a specific marker on the chart—a sequence of genes that was highlighted in red. “The Ares bloodline has a specific genetic anomaly. It’s a hyper-sensitivity to environment. In the wrong hands, it leads to the paranoia and cruelty of your father and Laredo. But in the right hands—the hands of an architect, for instance—it leads to a nearly supernatural ability to manipulate space and perception.” I felt a cold shiver. My “gift” for architecture, the way I could feel the light and the shadows… it wasn’t a talent. It was a mutation.

Thin crimson lines decorated the man’s skin, but still he said nothing. Nikolai set the scalpel aside. "Strong, huh?" He reached for the pliers next, gripping the man’s hand firmly. With steady pressure, he pried one fingernail free. The scream tore from the man’s throat before he could stop it, his cries echoing against the warehouse walls. Roman looked away, his stomach tightening in fear. He knew his boss very well, he was a devil in disguise of a handsome businessman. "Who sent you?" Nikolai repeated, his voice calm, almost bored.

“And the moment they try to use those keys, the real code will trace the signal back to their exact location. We don’t need to find them anymore, Elena. They just walked into our trap.” Suddenly, the van’s radio suddenly came on with static. A strange voice filled the dark cabin. It was not Victor this time. It was a cold woman’s voice with a British accent. “Mr. Blackwood,” the woman said through the speaker. “Your father’s kill-switch was clever. But you forgot something. Bloodline is not just about computer codes. Look at your sons’ wrists.” My head dropped to the twins in my lap. I pulled the thick blue blanket away, and my eyes widened in shock.

The members exchanged uneasy glances, but none spoke. “If her heart stops beating,” Eloria continued, “then the prophecy is broken forever. And the Great Aura will never rise.” Her voice deepened with conviction. “I have tracked her bloodline. My scouts confirm it—the Crimson bloodline ends with her. No siblings. No cousins. No hidden relatives to carry the mark. She is the last.” One of the younger members spoke, almost timidly. “Magestress… are you certain? Could there not be another Crimson, hidden, perhaps lost to us in another pack?”

Julianne stared down, deep in her own thoughts with her legs crossed on Marianne’s bed. She recalled the earlier encounter at the boy’s dormitory and she felt a cold chill run through her, causing goosebumps on her skin. At least she had thought Cassian was still somewhere close to good, because they shared a secret, but turns out that he is just like every of the others out there…another version of Shane. It’s only after they get what they want that they dispose someone off, not caring about what happens after and not caring the consequences of their actions. It’s sad.

“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.

“I’ll say nothing to a coward who uses children as bait, you know what happened and one day it will come out in the open and you will pay the price you deserve.” His eyes flicked to Mira. The girl flinched as he tugged the chain, forcing her closer to his boots. “Oh, and this one? She’s… delightful company. Brina, isn’t she your sister?” Brina’s sob cracked through the air. He was trying everything he could to raise a reaction out of her to prove his point to the crowd that had gathered to see the psychopath that murdered his family. Evelyn’s pulse roared in her ears as the taste of metal ran across her tongue, she had bitten too hard.

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.”