Bloodline Jess Lourey Novels & Stories

I pause mid-step as an observatory comes into view, brass equipment glinting in the hazy light. Ripples of unease flutter over my skin as Ryatt comes up behind me. Soft lights flicker on, swirling with that mysterious magic I’ve seen everyone we’ve gone. “You’re right, he doesn’t have powers. But that’s not what’s important, Luna. It’s your bloodline.” “My bloodline?” I mumble the words as Ravenna walks in a wide circle around her observatory. I glance at Ryatt, who stands by the door with his face cast in shadow. He looks absolutely miserable.

"Steal her bloodline?" An even greater uproar erupted from the crowd. "What is she talking about?" "How can a bloodline be stolen?" "What does this mean?" Lyla's face turned a deathly white. "W-what are you talking about?" she stammered. "Stealing a bloodline? I don't know what you mean!" I ignored her pathetic denial and turned to the stunned Damon. He staggered back, all the color gone from his face. "No… impossible… you were just an outcast…"

"The bloodline." "You smelled it the moment she crossed the line." "She's human." "She's *carrying* it." Elias turned. Same gray eyes. Same bone structure. Separated by thirty years and a devotion to purity Kael had never shared. "The Holt woman has the marker." "The same as 1893." "The same as your mother." --- Kael's hands found his pockets. The same habit as the library steps. Hiding the curl of his fingers. The need to hold something.

Rupprecht asked her. “No, I never knew Kai was from the St. Claire bloodline,” Adelie said, honestly. “If I did, I never would have given myself over to your Zetas.” “You will tell me all his secrets, too,” Rupprecht said, as the jet started down the runway, a mere 15 minutes after she was taken from the house. “No, I won’t,” Adelie said. “Then I’ll burn his body in front of you and make you my plaything,” Rupprecht said with excitement.

I nod slowly as another ripple of lightning runs through Royce’s body. "And that lightning, whatever that shit is, it's fucking powerful.” Leo adds. I look down. It’s still there, a crackling jolt that keeps rippling through him. “That’s his ability… He’s from the Solaris bloodline.” I say quietly as I gently brush strands of Royce’s blond hair out of his face. His face is pale but at least his breathing is steady… I bend down and kiss his lips softly. “That explains a fucking lot.” Leo says.

"How would I know that? Westline Holdings is the apex predator of the corporate packs. Grant is the Alpha of the entire Walker lineage. I’m just a scavenger at the edge of his territory; I don't get invited to see his private records." "You seem to know plenty when it suits you," I muttered. "Wait!" Jessa’s voice spiked. "I think the pack’s lead counsel, Brooke Caldwell, has a summer birth-date. I saw her credentials once. She’s lethal, polished, and breathtaking. There were rumors everywhere when she accompanied Grant to the Solstice Gala. I’ll find a visual for you." "Don't bother," I said, cutting her off.

Grey and Auburn undertones highlight the darkness, which is quite mesmerizing. ‘No wonder Xillon and Zane were so taken with you. You’re absolutely stunning, Larrisa. So we are a part of the ancient bloodline, and if what my dad says is correct, we also have alpha blood coursing through our veins. I’m not sure how I feel about possibly being the daughter of a lunatic rapist and murderer, though. At least we know he’s deceased and unable to bring harm to anyone else.’ ‘I wouldn’t think too much about it, Annalise. The answers will come when needed. Let’s just bask in our awesomeness and fetch some fresh kill.’

Korra geared me. Her words sank deep, cutting through the noise in my head. I nodded slowly. “Okay. Yeah! I've got this! I am Lyra, daughter of Aurora, the last bloodline of the moon!” I bit hard on my lips. Korra placed her hand on my shoulder before rising. “I’ll step outside and let you do this on your own.” We both nodded at each other before she took her leave, her footsteps slowly fading behind me. I took in a deep breath, then another, staring at the flickering candles, then at the crystal resting like a sleeping star on the footstool. My palms hovered above it.

POV: AARON Something about her vision wasn’t clear. The information was accurate, but the blind wolf struggled, never truly understanding what she saw. We worked together to better outline her visions. Despite everything, she had easily agreed to collaborate. Even though Callie had endured torture and become a wary wolf, she carried Lycan blood—not just any wolf, but the blood of a powerful Alpha like Hunter. If she hadn’t awakened the power of the ancient bloodline, she would never have been able to defeat him!

"I always said your mutt bloodline wasn't good enough for my son! But now, you're actually carrying a nameless rogue's bastard?" I frowned. I never thought she'd assume that. Sweating from the pain, I hurried to explain. "This pup is Rowan's! I never betrayed him!" But she just sneered, looking at me like I was trash. "I can smell it! You're still trying to lie? You don't have a single drop of my son's Alpha scent on you anymore!" "Were you planning to pin this bastard on Rowan to secure your spot as Luna? Tessa is a true pureblood she-wolf. She's carrying the bloodline I watched grow up. The bloodline Rowan swore a blood oath to!"