Bloodline Hotel Novels & Stories

Everything about this place felt abandoned and yet… watched. She stepped into a room she hadn’t dared to open before. It was a library. Floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books that smelled like ancient secrets and dust. Her fingers grazed a spine marked in gold. “History of the Noctem Lineage.” Noctem. The name echoed in her mind. Virel. Lucien Virel. She hadn’t allowed herself to think too much about what he was. But now, in this quiet room surrounded by forgotten truths, she couldn’t keep pretending.

Because something about that kind of scream doesn’t let people stay put. We stepped into the hallway and the hospital changed in front of us. What had been controlled panic upstairs had become full collapse downstairs. Footsteps everywhere. Doors slamming. Voices overlapping until nothing made sense anymore. Then the smell hit. His Blood was everywhere. We reached the lobby and everything stopped feeling real. Daniel was on the floor. Blood spread beneath him like it had been given permission to take over the room. The gun lay a few feet away, untouched now, almost forgotten in the middle of all the chaos it caused.

Somewhere north of it, in a shooting lodge in Sutherland, nine people who were told what they were before they had to carry it are asleep in a building named after a room in Aberdeen. And under all of it, in a channel she can no longer hear, something very old is going about its business, in no particular hurry, waiting for a door that has opened four times before. "Quiet," she says. "It feels quiet." She picks up her glass. "I'm going to need about ten years to get used to it," she says, "and I'd like to spend them here." END OF BLOODLINE ZERO

Aurora leaned into her, trembling slightly but resolute. “We don’t run,” Sophia said quietly, voice steady. “We make tonight the one they’ll never forget.” They announced the stream immediately: “Bloodline Last Stand.” By the time the cameras went live, over 11 million viewers had flooded in. The sanctuary was packed with nearly twenty family members — cousins, second cousins, all consenting adults of the bloodline. The air was thick and heavy with the scent of warm oil, sweet leaking milk, sweat, and raw, collective arousal. Crimson lights pulsed like a heartbeat.

"The only abomination tonight was the cowardice of a weak Alpha." The car began to slow, pulling off the highway and navigating the city streets. They were heading downtown, toward the skyline that pierced the rainy night. "We are arriving," Lucas announced from the front. The limousine pulled up to the curb of The Obsidian, a hotel that was more legend than lodging. It was a sleek tower of black glass that seemed to absorb the light around it. There was no doorman, no valet stand. Just a massive set of double doors that opened automatically as the car approached.

But just as we moved closer to where the man's black vehicle was parked before now, my wolf smelled something familiar… another wolf, the scent was faint, but it was undeniably there. The realization made the churning inside my stomach to double, because whoever had driven their way into this territory, they weren't even human. “Some people are after the bloodline, Anya,” the man said from beside me, breaking the silence that stretched between us. The bloodline? For half a second, my entire body went completely still, my feet refusing to move while I dragged it forward. Not my scent? Not this location? But the bloodline? The same bloodline I'd found about from the covenant? My bloodline? As

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

I explained and he sighed. "Callum come here". Zee patted the seat next to him. Callum scooted over there. "When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo.

However, some rare Ancient Draconic bloodlines could still be known by others. For example, the Shadow Bloodline, the Slaying Bloodline, the Darkness Bloodline, and so on. These bloodlines could perfectly cover themselves up and disappear without a trace. According to Zephyr Khan's observation, Ying Jiu's bloodline should be Dark Shadow bloodline. The Dark Shadow bloodline was an incomparably terrifying bloodline. Its frighteningness was not due to the shocking destructive power of this bloodline, but rather because of its property. It could almost perfectly hide in space and merge with the whole space, forming an almost invisible posture.

“This young lady was human, I turned her into our kind out of our best interest. Before now she had zero link to the line of wolves, she was completely human,” “That's strange,” Lucan said with a puzzled expression, “It might be that your urn fell into the hands of the wrong people, and…” he groaned in pain when I broke his femur as I did his son. “I’m not here to debate with you on who was in possession of my urn. I requested for the last bloodline of Kayla and I need answers right now, Alpha,” He rolled on the floor, his screams told me he was in excruciating pain.