Bloodline Detectives Season 4 Novels & Stories

I’d known that since the archive room, and I was glad to let it go. My phone vibrated. A number I’d never seen. Not the network’s old symbol. No contact I recognized. One message. “There’s a fourth bloodline. The account is incomplete. The network knew. That’s why they kept sending new carriers. That’s why four hundred years was never enough.” There was a pause, then another message. “The bond needs four Alpha bloodlines. Not three. The transfer was premature. The window is still open.” I stared at the screen. Looked at Rhydian, the mark fixed in him, certain and just minutes old.

“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.

Something in my chest that has been in one position for eleven days shifts. "Vienna reported in this morning." He crosses to my desk. Sets down a single printed page with the deliberate care of someone who has thought carefully about how to deliver something. "Prague went dark yesterday. Lisbon haven't responded to three separate messages." He pauses. His voice doesn't change — he's too good for that — but something behind his eyes does. "The degradation pattern is consistent across all five bloodlines. Starts eleven days ago. Simultaneously." Another pause. "To the hour."

“You work for him?” “I worked for the Order before any of you were born.” She stepped closer, and the air warped around her like heat. “You think the bloodline began with wolves? You think this is about packs?” “Then what is it about?” “Balance.” The ground beneath me split slightly, faint lines glowing like magma. “I don’t believe you.” “You don’t have to.” Her gaze flicked to the horizon. “He’s alive. The bond would have broken if he wasn’t. You can still feel him, can’t you?”

“I will not sleep beneath his shadow any longer.” Naviah pressed, low and steady in Evelyn’s mind. “He is running on a story that feels like blood to him. He will not hear yours unless you make him, tell him Evelyn.” “My daughter was murdered,” Evelyn said, and the words landed between them like an iron ring catching fire. “Poison. By Alpha Adrian’s hand. I tore down the woman who helped pour it, and I would do it again in a heartbeat.” Soren didn’t look away. For the first time, something in his gaze shifted but not soft, deliberate, like a man acknowledging terrain he hadn’t expected. A recognition. Loss speaking to loss across a narrow bridge.

It came without warning. One of our key businesses—a luxury establishment that had ties to our financial web—was turned into a battleground. Eleven dead. Four of them ours. The reports came in quickly—names, final movements, the way bodies had been found. But it wasn’t the faceless casualties that sealed Elena’s fate. It was who she had killed. Matteo Romano, my father’s former advisor, the man who had stood beside me during my rise to power. Luciano DeMarcus, Leonardo’s distant cousin, a minor player in the family—but still ours.

Sensing my anger, she quickly moved to the front seat, avoiding eye contact and pressing against the door. I sighed softly as I started the car. A few minutes later. I parked the car in the garage and stayed inside, observing the housekeeper escort Selena into the house. Soon after, Davies, my Beta, entered through the back door and settled in the back seat. As I glanced back, a cold glint appeared in my eyes. "How did the investigation go?" Davies turned around respectfully, "The driver has a clean background, and there have been no recent anomalies in his bank account. It seems like an accident."

she said quietly. I ripped the envelope open, my eyes scanning the contents. The blood sample matched Delta Derrick. “Lyra informed me of the crest she found. It prompted me to cross match the blood sample with Derrick’s.” Selene paused. “He had donated blood to his cousin who was injured in the fight. And I still had some of it in the lab.” I stood speechless, It wasn't Damon after all.

They are all in a messy state on the floor while Justin was watching, tears streaming his eyes when suddenly, the door opened. "What's happening here Devon?" the old man confusedly asked looking around the unseemly sight. Devon turned to the four people who were watching the scene of their family. "Dad..." Devon tried to talk but he was so lost for words of what to explain to his parents. "What is this Bienley?" Bella asked her son with the crying Zack in his arms.

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.