Novel & Cerita Bloodline Family

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."

“He said I shouldn’t exist… and that my bloodline was supposed to be dead.” “See,” I said, frustration creeping into my voice, “that still points straight to your family. Those words—bloodline? That’s not casual talk. It’s the kind of thing you say when you’re talking about lineage, heritage. It has to be something huge if it’s worth taking your life over.”

he said, cleared his throat one more time, and went back to eating. “First things first, I don't think you guys understand what the situation at hand is. You don't understand how dangerous our bloodline is at this moment. We are the only three brothers, and we are all that is left of the Blackwood siblings. The lineage ends with the three of us. And you know we have to do everything and anything in our power to make sure that doesn't happen. We have been trained all our lives by Dad to make sure that we continue the bloodline, and we have to. And that is where Rhea comes in. I know you all are acting like she is entitled to the two of you, just like she's entitled to me, but do you know that

“Exiled into human society, where her children were born without the ability to shift, without the ability to be identified. But not without the bloodline.” “He put two ends of the same bloodline together,” I said, and heard my own voice from somewhere far away, the pieces assembling in my chest into something enormous and devastatingly logical all at once. “Your predecessor took the bloodline the Accord tried to erase three generations ago and engineered its return by making sure the two surviving branches found each other.”

“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.

Kael didn't answer. Instead, he reached for the page. “Look.” I frowned. “What?” He turned the paper over. There was another section beneath the description of the massacre. I leaned closer. The writing was faded, but I could still read it. “The order was issued after the bloodline was confirmed.” My heart stopped. “What bloodline?” Kael's face became unreadable. “The old Alpha bloodline.” I shook my head. “Why would they kill an entire family because of blood?” “Because that bloodline was believed to possess authority the Council could not control.”

“She’s terrifying!” Hero said. “That doesn’t seem like Zayne! He’s possessed by his father’s spirit!” Dylan exclaimed, earning a smack from Hero. “Damn! Bloodline really makes a difference! Look at him—Gray lineage, the sharpest in business, while Claire’s lineage carries noble blood and excels in combat!” The two fell silent when Zekiel shot them a glare, so they quietly followed him to the hideout. When they arrived, the child reached up to his father.

Lucian finally straightened fully, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve as if the whole situation bored him. “Unless,” he said softly, almost lazily, his gaze flickering back to Caleb like a snake preparing to strike, “anyone else would like to challenge the bloodline?” The room fell deathly still. Not a single voice rose in protest. Not a single soul dared to challenge him. Because everyone knew — In the Drayden family, bloodline was everything. And if Lucian’s child was coming... It was game over.

Lucien kissed my forehead, an almost tender gesture that made my skin crawl. “We can’t afford surprises,” he said softly. “Not in this family.” As he walked out, my knees buckled. I sat down hard on the bed, hands shaking. Bloodline. He hadn’t said the word. But it was there. In the air. In the walls. In the way the house seemed to breathe differently now. I pressed my hand to my stomach again. If this was real… Everything would change. That night, Lucien stood in the study once more, phone in hand.

I was beginning to hate questions like that. "What are you talking about?" Selena carefully placed the photograph back on the table. "Years ago there was a bloodline known as the Crown Bloodline. Most wolves believed it disappeared decades ago." Nina looked confused. "You're saying royalty?" "Something like that." Blaze folded his arms. "I thought those stories were nonsense." "So did most people." My stomach twisted. "And my mother was part of it?" Selena hesitated before nodding. "I think so."