Bloodline Family Tree Novels & Stories

"Elder Qian." He almost smiles. "The Void Lineage," he says, "is the oldest recorded bloodline in existence. Pre-empire. Pre-sect structure. Pre everything you've been taught as history." He taps the jade slip. "Three thousand years ago, the last confirmed carrier was documented. After that — nothing. The lineage was considered extinct." I wait. "Then sixteen years ago," he says quietly, "my monitoring formation registered a pulse. One pulse. From a village at the empire's eastern border." He looks at me. "From a newborn."

“The elders you fought were only one faction. A very old one, but… limited.” Jake leaned against the wall. “And your council?” “We oversee balance among supernatural groups across the world.” Alex raised an eyebrow. “So what does that have to do with my kids?” Vale looked toward Finn and Liam, who were now trying to stack hockey pucks like building blocks. “The twins carry a rare bloodline.” Mara spoke quietly. “It’s not just vampire.” Alex felt a chill. “What do you mean?” The Truth About the Bloodline Vale placed a small metal device on the table. A soft projection appeared above it—an image of glowing symbols arranged in a complex pattern.

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."

They were previously seven in number but reduced to five. There’s Tina—Andrew’s venomous girlfriend. Dave—his ever-loyal best friend. Frederick— the quiet brute. Ava—don’t let the smile fool you. She’s cold. They’re all always together and always bullying like they have nothing better to do with their lives. The Bloodline had existed for seven generations in this school. With each generation came a new heir, a new group of successors destined to carry on the legacy. Cilia and I? We were heirs too—by blood. But when our older siblings left, we were automatically removed from the heir.

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.

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

“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.”

They exhaled, the smoke curling up into the stagnant air like a phantom snake. Failure. The word tasted bitter, worse than the ash in their mouth. It sat heavy in their gut, a leaden weight of humiliation. They stared at the wall opposite them, where a complex diagram of the Han family tree was pinned. Red string connected names, dates, and assets. It was a web of deceit, and right now, the spider sitting in the center felt remarkably incompetent.

“Well, try to explain it to me somehow.” A few people shift and Alaric’s lips twitch. I shoot him a look and he pretends to stop smiling. The healer clears her throat. “Blood carries more than life. It carries lineage.” I listen to her as she continues. “In werewolves, particularly within powerful bloodlines, that lineage can be recognized.” She looks toward Alaric. Then Elias. “As such, an unborn pup will carry traces of its father’s bloodline.” “And the ritual can identify it.” I finish for her.

His expression hardened as the darkness returned to his eyes, and Nessa tightened her grip on me. “Don't go near him,” Nessa warned as she watched Killian carefully. “Orson has pushed him down again, and whatever he's trying to reach through Killian may be connected to your bloodline.” “My bloodline?” I repeated, turning toward her in disbelief. “What bloodline are you talking about? I know my mother kept secrets, but you're making it sound like there is something about my family that goes far beyond what I was ever told.” Nessa hesitated before looking toward Helena, and that tiny movement immediately made my frustration worse. “The bloodline connected to the original rebellion,” she finall