Bloodline Killer 2 Novels & Stories

Her hand came up and pressed against her own chest and she looked at the basin and then at me, and the expression on her face was the kind you couldn't fake. Eli straightened up. "The child carries two bloodlines," he said. He looked at Kaden. "Alpha bloodline, Dark Fangs line. And Vibrius." He looked at me. "Nothing else is here." "I'll give you a minute," and looked at the witnesses, and they followed him out without anyone needing to be asked twice. * * * Kaden stood in front of me and didn't move for a second. Then he pulled me in.

My anger was building up on me, even though I just killed Alfred in the most painful way I can think about still I was not able to find any possible way to curb the cravings I was having, the urge to kill someone was too strong for me to think about anything else, I knew I had to back to my house, Ella must be waiting there for me, she must be worried but all I can think about was Elvin and his face and how he was lying there on the grass of that Jungle and the only thing which was double crossing my mind was the crave to kill someone, to color myself in the color of the blood, my mind could only think about blood but it needed to stop or else I would end up killing someone innocent and th

But whatever happened, no matter how he found me, the important thing is that he is here again beside me and we are together. "Our child is safe, don't worry." He caressed my stomach and sparingly smiled. Looking so relieved that I'm fine. "It's Devon ... my twin, she did all of it. She also planted the bomb ... She was Victor's accomplice ... She killed our mother ... She wants to kill me so bad." He was hardened. Anger flared in his eyes. "Reilan, he needs to be caught--" "Baby, don't worry about that. She was already captured. The most important thing right now is your health. Settle your thoughts. You can't be stressed."

What had been going on while he was away? “Alpha” Alissa stood and stepped forward, she gripped the table for support as she neared him “Alpha, look into me. Could you really see me killing my own parents? I didn't, I love them so much. My parents were skilled fighters, how could a newling take them?” She pleaded with her eyes, her wolf was right, she had to fight. He looked at her with a stony face, Alissa heard gasps behind her “Lies!” Natalie interjected

“We’re going to find every last motherfucker and we’re going to kill them.” Wilder’s whole body shook, his pain raw and evident. His body stilled, his eyes red-rimmed as he looked up at me. “They took my father from me. I will have my vengeance, Saint.” “Yes, you will. Every last one of them. We’ll annihilate an entire bloodline if we have to.” “Let’s get to work,” Wilder said, and pushed himself to his full height. “I’m so sorry, Wilder,” Kaelis whispered, and he nodded his head, squeezed her hand and headed back toward the kitchen.

The metallic silver of his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a bottomless, blinding white light that looked entirely demonic. "A biological anomaly," Richard whispered, his voice dropping into a register so deep it didn't even sound human. It was the voice of the apex predator, the executioner of the Blackwood lineage. He slid his hand down from my wrists, his heavy palm resting flat over my lower abdomen, pressing down into the wet fabric of my dress. "A secondary bloodline." My heart stopped beating. The world froze.

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

A tattoo curled across the girl’s shoulder blade, a twisting vine pattern inked deep into her skin. Rhea had no tattoo. “And here,” Violet whispered, pulling back the girl’s limp arm. “No Crimson Mark. Rhea bears the bloodline’s sign. This one doesn’t.” Kael’s chest heaved. He staggered back, realization hitting. Not Rhea. Not her. Relief surged like fire, but it brought no peace—only fury. His claws slid free, eyes glowing amber. “This thing…” His voice was a growl. “It plays with me. Makes me think she’s gone. Makes me feel her death.” He slammed a fist into the dirt. “I’ll find it. And when I do, I’ll rip it out of these woods piece by piece.”

The first went down before his finger even found the trigger. Bang. Jaxon clipped the second clean in the throat. The third managed two steps before I put a bullet between his eyes. He crumpled on the polished floor, his blood spreading like spilled ink. “Move,” I growled. We cut through the side corridor, the sound of our boots echoing against the stone. Outside, the courtyard was a tangle of smoke, bodies, and the metallic bite of spent gunpowder. Two more Bishop guards broke from the shadows — Rick took one in the chest, Jaxon in the spine.

You know how they’ll cut it. His jaw worked. “Besides,” I added softly, “I’d rather walk in there controlling *something.* Even if it’s just the angle of my chin.” He made a low, unhappy sound. His hand rose, fingers brushing the fresh mark at my neck. The contact lit up a riot of sensation—the claim humming, his scent thick in the air between us. “Remember,” he said. “Rule Two. Bloodline overrides contracts. It cuts both ways. They wrote it to justify taking you. We’re going to use it to break them.”