Bloodline Family Novels & Stories

“I know it sounds crazy… but believe me, it’s true.” I’m watching her carefully now. Reading the tension in her shoulders, the stillness in her stance. She’s not spitballing. She’s not guessing. She’s thought about this—probably over and over again, turning it around in her head until it made enough sense to say out loud. “We’ve been researching,” she continues. “Trying to figure out which of the bloodlines I came from. We came from.” That part catches in my chest. We. “We dug through what we could find—old records, pack stories, bloodline traits. Physical markers. Based on our features, and a few... other things, we had speculations that it might be the Darvosi family.”

Brotherly, I tell myself. Especially her. Especially after Alice Grey pulled me from the gutter and made me someone. She didn’t give birth to me, but she gave me something better—a reason to stay alive. She raised me like I was hers. And if she ever saw what her son had become—if she saw him with a gun to Ingrid’s shoulder—she’d lose what’s left of her soul. This? This isn’t family. This is war. Jaxon once asked why I stuck with the Greys, why I fought in a war that wasn’t mine by blood. I told him the easy answer: Alice Grey is my mother, not by blood—but by bond.

She lowered her head and said sadly, “I have no one.” “You’ve always had us,” Cassian said and she raised her head before looking at him. “The moment you joined our group, we already accepted you. Just like Remus and Maximus, I also don’t have any family left. We haven’t had any since a long time or anyone to look after us. But we have each other and we look after each other. We made our own family and even though we’ve had our own differences, we haven’t gone apart.”

“About Adrian.” My heart stops. “The turning,” Vera says gently. “It’s not permanent. Not completely.” I stare. “What do you mean?” “There’s a cure,” Lucira says. “One cure. The blood of the true mate, willingly given under the Bloodline Eclipse. Royal hybrid blood offered with love can burn the sire bond away forever.” I sit up too fast, head spinning. “You’re saying if I give him my blood during the eclipse…” “He’ll be free,” Vera finishes. “Human again. Or as close as he can get.”

Like a stone weighing heavily on me. "The cursed Bloodline? The ones that threatened the royal family, my ancestors?" I asked, trying to be sure we're on the same page. He nodded, "Exactly!" But he still did not lift his head from the book in front of his eyes. "Aren't they supposed to be like... Extinct? According to history, my grandfather killed them before they could even harm anyone from our bloodline." "Yet they managed to make their way into your sister’s and father’s dreams to avenge the death caused by your ancestors. And now, your their next target."

Hunter carefully turned the ancient book around so everyone could see. Written in faded silver letters was a heading none of us expected. Lost Bloodlines Hunter slowly traced one entry with his finger. "There." He looked up. "The Hale line." Pamela blinked. "My family?" Hunter nodded. "It was believed extinct." Silence settled over the room. The description beneath the family name was surprisingly short. Gift: Time Movement. Pamela frowned. "...Time movement?" Chaos scratched his head. "I was expecting something flashier." Hunter ignored him. "I don't understand."

I had thrown that out there to stir the pot, but I did not expect Nelson and Yvonne's faces to go pale the moment the words left my mouth. Nelson forced a laugh. "Illegitimate kids? Come on, Ethan and the rest are my brother's children, too. They're Smiths just like us." However, Nelson looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I felt a jolt of suspicion. My eyes could not help but scan over Ethan and his siblings. That was when I saw it. My dad had double eyelids, a trait I had inherited. However, all three Ethans had single eyelids, just like Nelson.

A fortress with the gates sealed. "There are people who have been looking for you since before you were born," Elena said. She spoke carefully. Choosing each word like she was placing stones on a path. "They found us when you were fifteen. They killed your father to send a message. To show me that they could reach our family whenever they wanted." "Who?" "An organization called the Bloodline Project. They operate in the shadows of the wolf world. Funded by rogue Alphas and human scientists. They've been running experiments for over twenty years."

Until now. His eyes opened. Slowly. A smile spread across his face. Not because of the girl's name. Not because of who she was. Because of what she carried. The blood. The old blood. Enough remained that he could feel it. Taste it. Recognize it. The Cantari line. A family that had disappeared before the final war. A bloodline he had never managed to track even in the height of his power. For generations they had hidden. And somehow they had survived.

“Older ones with me. Mia, stay with Hope and the little ones.” “No,” Mia said firmly. “We do this together.” They moved as a family through the flickering corridors. The traitor was fast, but Hope’s connection guided them. They cornered him near the power core. He turned, gun raised. “The bloodline belongs to us now.” Hope stepped forward, glowing brighter. “No. It belongs to family.” A wave of energy exploded from her. The traitor dropped his weapon, screaming as golden light wrapped around him. But the effort cost her. Hope collapsed.