Bloodline Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

“We have to talk, now.” It was a standoff between the three of us. No hint of fear crossed over Serena and Spade’s face. Serena came from an alpha bloodline. Alpha’s command doesn’t affect her. But Spade? He merely tilted his head at me. Does this mean he also came from an alpha bloodline? Serena huffed, turning to Spade. They communicated through the mindlink. Then Spade shoved his hand onto his jeans pocket. Serena walked towards the stairwell. The sway of her hips tempted me to follow her.

His once-powerful frame seemed diminished somehow, though his eyes retained their calculating coldness. "It's time," Giovanni said, offering his arm with no warmth or apology in his gaze. Isabella took it, her fingers barely touching the fabric of his sleeve. "Yes, Father. It's time." ******* The Chiesa di San Marco was filled to capacity with the most dangerous people in Italy. Old mafia families sat alongside corrupt politicians and international crime lords, all dressed impeccably, all watching with predatory interest as Isabella walked down the aisle on her father's arm.

“If the baby’s vitals dipped or he cried for too long, the system would open a portal.” “To where?” I asked. “That’s the problem,” she whispered. “We don’t know.” I felt my stomach turn cold. Link’s hand gripped my thigh under the table, anchoring me. We were past infiltration. This was execution. Someone had planned to take my son. Link I called in every ally we had. Verified loyalty, re-inked blood bonds, demanded magical oaths. The culprits weren’t just a random faction—they were part of an old bloodline that once claimed to serve the Originals. The same bloodline whose leaders had tried to convince me, years ago, to reject Lily. They’d resurfaced. More dangerous. More desperate.

The voices came close and I heard loud footsteps echo through the walls. 'No, man. What the fuck are you talking about? I told you I killed that little piece of shit.' 'Well, then why the hell did my men see her walking through the streets?' 'Maybe because she has a fucking sister. Dude, I told you I killed her, and I never lied to you before. So why the hell would you think I would lie about a bitch?' 'I don't know man, I just heard this from my men. They even brought me pictures of her.'

Alden had returned to their side as had Aren, “This one is not one I would recommend, he isn't even in his right mind, no surname, we aren't even sure of what house this bloodline belongs to, he just goes by prisoner Zee,” Alden said quietly as he unlocked the door, “He has the power of mind control, he has caused havoc and has been here for the last 50 years,” Alden said frowning deeply, although many died from being suppressed for so long or from taking their own lives. This was the older of the bloodline users.

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.

"This? I know you laced this with hallucinogens. Every time I drank it, I would hear Dad's voice." "I have to admit, this stuff is powerful. I almost believed it at first." My hand tightened around the supplement as I spoke, but my thoughts were already drifting back to my past life. How did I realize something was wrong with Malcolm? In my past life, after Dad, Asher, Jasper, and Billy all died one after another, my muddled mind had a sudden moment of clarity. Why were all the victims of the Langford bloodline? I sat there for a long time, holding Billy's body, while my hazy mind slowly pieced everything together.

"A bloodline capable, according to the oldest texts I've studied, of channeling not simply healing or destruction, but something the ancient scholars called dominion, the ability to command other wolves' minds directly, rather than simply their bodies." The implication settled cold and immediate across the entire chamber, every leader present understanding, with a shared, dawning horror, exactly why the Ashcrofts might consider a bloodline like that worth pursuing above all others, and exactly what devastation might follow if Derrick's organization succeeded in capturing and weaponizing power that dangerous before any of us could reach them first.

On the night her pack's alpha publicly rejects her for another woman, Seraphina Vale expects humiliation. She doesn't expect a death sentence. Stripped of her mate bond and left without protection, Sera watches Kael Draven name Isolde Kane his true Luna in front of the entire pack, and within hours, Isolde has convinced Blackthorn's elders that a rejected mate with no rank and no defender is nothing but a liability. Bound and dragged into the forest to be killed on her own alpha's order, Sera expects that to be the end of her story. Instead, a stranger cuts down her executioners without hesitation and claims her before she can say a single word in protest. Lucian Voss, alpha of a rival famil

If I picked a dead or non-existent pack, they would investigate. "I asked you a question, Nick Martins," the councilman’s voice dropped into a dangerous, low rumble. "We do not have time to waste here. What is your bloodline?" "I…I’m from… I am… a newly registered pa…student, sir." "He is from the Shadowclaw pack and bloodline." The deep, arrogant baritone sliced through the tension of the hall, instantly shattering the Council’s suffocating pressure. Relief washed over me almost immediately.