Bloodline Family Tree Novels & Stories

Lex asked. “Well, the Creators kept detailed Family Tree's. Every family does. The book that Mera and I gave you on your Mating Day was for your family tree. If you had looked at it you would have seen that My and your father’s names are written above your name Kar and that Mera and your fathers names are written above your name Lex. So, a new Tree is started every time a couple is Mated. So, when one of the Heads of the family passes the book is then given to that chapter of the Library and put into the database. Before a couple is to be Mated the database is checked to make sure that the bloodlines are not the same. At least that is how it works for Common people.” Shex explained.

had spilled into me. Jaramelin's crooked finger dragged slowly across the parchment, the old nail clicking against the painted lines like a metronome. The camera obeyed, following the path as if compelled by the weight of his touch. Branch by branch, generation by generation, the family tree unfurled. It wasn't just ink on vellum, it was bone and marrow, triumph and ruin pressed into pigment. Sons were etched in sharp strokes, men who had risen as chiefs, and their reigns punctuated by blood-soaked wars that thinned their houses. Daughters were drawn in softer, curling lines, women who bound clans with treaties, their names often fading mid-script, as if history itself had swallowed them who

“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.”

“So you have no idea of your family line or your medical history.” “No,” I tell him. He stroked his chin with his fingers. “My latest research involves omega bloodlines. Oftentimes the title is passed down, but I wonder if there is merit to that, or if it is simply the way things are done. If you would permit me, I would like to help you look into your background.”

She blurts out, “the moon goddess is messing with your bloodline!” “Please make sense. You sound crazy right now.” I sit down on the bed and set her next to me. “Take a deep breath and start from the beginning.” “I am a direct descendant from the first werewolf. The Ashwood bloodline is a divine bloodline directly influenced by Selene herself.” She pauses and waits for my reaction. I take a moment and think, “That makes sense. Your family has always held a lot of power and influence.” She continues, “Dad said he knew you were my true fated mate as soon as he found out you had a tree as your mate mark. All the mates of the Ashwood family they all have trees, and they are all the most influent

He was in a bad mood himself. Although Evans' family is from the city of light, he is from a long-established family with roots in several cities. The family is one of the more prestigious and powerful ones with many years of experience and a bloodline art that is unique. Bloodline Art. Developed by the ancestors and geniuses of a family, it was a totally different type of art. A form of art that can only be used by people with certain blood in their bodies. Perceiver of Light was the bloodline art name in Evans' case.

I pressed my lips together and breathed through it. "Okay," I said when I trusted my voice again. "Okay. So Cael was my biological father. A hybrid alpha. The hunters have been tracking his bloodline." I looked at Mara directly. "What does that mean? What is it about the bloodline specifically that makes them this desperate?" Mara reached to the shelf behind her and pulled down one of the bound notebooks, setting it on the table between us. She opened it to a page near the middle that had a dense handwriting, diagrams, and a sketch of what looked like a family tree with certain names underlined twice.

“What do you mean, more?” He tilted his head slightly, as if considering her question. "You think you're just a regular girl, don't you?" He chuckled darkly. "That your life ended when your parents disappeared, that you were just some orphan scraping by. But you're wrong, Karina. You're more than that. You're part of a bloodline—a very important one." Her heart stuttered in her chest. *Bloodline?* What was he talking about? "Your parents," he continued, as if reading her thoughts, "they weren’t just some random casualties of debt collectors. They were part of something much larger. And now, you’re tied to it too. Whether you like it or not."

"Rowan has been pulling the full records on your mother's family line. By tomorrow, he will have everything. I want you to see it yourself." She looked at him. "How much is there?" "Enough," he said. "Your family goes back to the founding of this territory, Rebecca. Seven founding families. The Sthalone line is one of them. That is not a footnote. That is the foundation of everything this pack is built on." She was quiet for a long moment. "Does the pack know?" she asked. "About my bloodline. Does anyone know?" "Not yet," he said. "I wanted you to know first and fully before anyone else does."

"Is the patriarch of your bloodline still drawing breath?" My internal wolf hit a bump of deep bewilderment. "Affirmative. Cedric Whitmore is currently occupying the primary throne of our line." Cody pushed further, his eyes drilling into my face. "Confirm the family surname." I nodded once, my jaw locking. "The bloodline is registered under Whitmore. Is there an active anomaly in our clan files, director?"