Novel & Cerita Bloodline Hotel

“How far are you in the bloodline? He asks eagerly, as it's been a mystery to him why she can’t make her own lineage. “6th…” She responds casually. He almost choked on his spit. “Single-digit,” he mumbled. She nodded. “Citadel elders might capture and imprison me if they learn my bloodline.” She smirked, “The same goes for the Black Order, they will hunt me down if they learn about my existence.” “I thought Elder Mauritius knew about you…” he stated in concern. “He does know I’m a Vampire but has no clue that I’m old blood. The only people who knew about me as old blood aside from us were Velmont and Gertrude… And Tony, but he has no idea about the hierarchy.” She explains.

“My father… he never said much. But I remember him telling me it meant lineage.” “What kind of lineage?” “The kind built on blood.” My voice thinned. “The kind that dies violently.” Silence rippled through the room. Zach stepped closer, his warmth at my back grounding me. “What did the journal say? The part Vittore wrote before he changed course?” I shook my head. “I only read pieces. It wasn’t all translated. But it warned that… if the bloodline remained unbroken, then the debt would come due.” “And the bloodline is you,” Zach said.

She then gave it to him too, his brows furrowed in apprehension. “What's it babe?” I asked curiously. “War is coming, we should be ready.” “So we'd go now.” Anita said, pulling Martha out of the office. “What did they steal, Kael?” His blood shot eyes peered at me. “The Bloodline scroll.” “What's that?” He heaved a sigh of worry and said. “It's a powerful and ancient scroll that was used to find the direct lineage of any wolf alive. All that is needed is blood.”

Like he’d already decided something. “You sure about this?” I asked low, when the others were focused on the road. He met my eyes in the mirror. “You asked if I was in it. I said yes.” “This isn’t painting or club openings. It’s blood.” “I know.” His voice was steady. “I’ve seen blood before. Just not… yours.” The words landed heavier than I expected. We parked two blocks away, hoods up against the rain. The target was a rundown auto shop front looked legit, back was where they stored guns and product. Four Irish inside, maybe five. We had surprise.

He pulled her into his arms, his palm sliding down the curve of her waist before grabbing her ass without restraint. Mia's cheeks flushed, but her body only pressed closer in submission, and yet Marco's eyes never once left me. "You're unhappy? You think I didn't care about you these three years? A man out there risks getting shot. Some things aren't within my control. "This time when I came back, the Godfather personally promised to put the docks under my management. I want you to obey my orders and continue being my mistress." I shook my head and said, word by word, "I'm already pregnant. I carry the Godfather's bloodline."

The fat taxi driver said smiling. I entered the taxi as he zoomed off, I admired the city and I hope my coming here to find a witch will solve my stress, there must be a way for me to lift the curse off my bloodline and then I can take back what belongs to my lineage, being the Almighty Alpha of all Alphas. We arrived at the hotel and I paid him his money. "Thank you for bringing me here, I think I will like this very hotel you brought me to," I said with a smile.

"I am guessing you are a pure blooded vampire as well." "Yes... yes my prince." Raziel snaked his hand round her neck, not actually holding it tightly, but he gave the princess fright. "I come from a bloodline of powerful vampires my prince. We would be the perfect fit." She managed to say, and Raziel pressed on her neck a little. "You have heard about me right? I don't look back when killing my victims." He then looked straight at her as if he was referring to her, and the princess' heart skipped. "Your life is on the line here princess."

Ken looked confused. “Wait, bloodline?” he asked. “It’s like soulmates, but for vampires. It’s a deep connection that draws you toward each other. You feel it now. “What humans call `raw love,’ we call `bloodline.’” “So that’s your excuse for why you stay?” he asked. She grabbed his cheeks again.

Darryl saw this, and decided to rest nearby. Valencia City was one of the most developed cities in Mistloren. The roads were filled with cars, the walkways crammed with people. Darryl and Avalon crossed a few streets, and soon arrived at a popular chain hotel. The name of the hotel was The Black Tiger. It was lavishly decorated, and below the sign was a small line of letters that looked like 'Blakely Industries'... Darryl could not help but chuckle at the sight. Of course, this chain hotel had to belong to Felix Blakely.

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.