Bloodline Killer 2 Novels & Stories

Griffin's voice echoed through the forest, “But I never thought it would be you, the beloved second son of the Royals family, doing their dirty deeds” I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay calm. “Well, you shouldn't blame them for being desperate to end things after all the havoc you've caused." I replied, “Your bloodline was blessed with the ability to tap into the celestial forces and guide the Federation to a path of glory. But you choose to abuse your gift and spread chaos throughout the land, and that is why you must die”. “Ignorant fools”. Griffin spat, “How long will you choose to remain blind to the truth? You've already messed with the natural laws once, and yet you can't even

Bloodline Prophecy The bloodline of Archer will rise up The heir of Archer will become a beacon of hope But the darkness will betray the Light Bring forth war upon the lands and sea Upon the shoulders of the forsaken Immortal creatures of the Dark will revel in the sunlight Only the Slayer and the Chosen can defeat their bloodline To rid the lands and sea of the Darkness ____ Calyx smelled blood before she saw it. As she drew closer to the little cabin in the woods, thoughts of what she had just done dissipated. Tension mounted, contrasting the usually picturesque imagery of the cabin next to the stables and her father’s workshop at the edge of the City of Pearl. There was only fear and drea

Natalia whispered, her royal voice carrying an absolute clarity that made the concrete walls of the gorge vibrate. She raised the blade, the starlight cutting through the smoky gloom of the pavilion. "And your lineage ends this morning." With a single, precise thrust, Natalia drove the dagger directly through the center of his leather battle tunic, burying the blade to the hilt. A violent surge of silver energy erupted from her palm, traveling through his veins like liquid fire, completely incinerating the pureblood lineage within his cells. Roderick stiffened, his amber eyes fading into a dull, lifeless grey before his massive body slumped forward onto the cold earth floorboards.

"You kill me and you're the only one left in our bloodline, men. Malik gone. Now you....you want me out too?" I scoffed. "Come on, man." "I left them fucking bloodline the night the bloodline kicked my poor mother and me outta the fucking street, motherfucker." He shook his head slightly. "Kai..." "He belongs to our bloodline, Tyrell." Imani chipped in, making him look at her as I sensed her close to me. I rested my eyes on him. "The Kincaid bloodline. Die in no peace, honey pie." Imani deadpanned.

Damon’s voice cut in sharply. “He is an infant.” Cassian chuckled. “Not exactly.” A chill crawled along my spine. “What are you saying?” I asked quietly. Cassian paused. Then he spoke slowly. “This child carries two bloodlines that have been enemies for generations.” My mind froze. “What?” Lucian went completely still. Damon sounded furious. “You are lying.” Cassian ignored him. “The Vale bloodline,” he continued calmly, “and the Hale Alpha line.” My breathing hitched.

“He wasn’t a wolf.” The room feels colder. My heart stops. “What was he?” I ask, though dread coils in my stomach like a tightening rope. She swallows hard. “A bloodline vampire. One of the old clans… He died before he ever knew Allyssa existed.” My jaw clenches. The pieces fall painfully into place. Bloodline vampires are rare, powerful, and ancient. If she inherited even a fraction of that blood… No wonder her shift was violent. No wonder she fought herself.

Duncan announced loudly, and cheers rose from the crowd. “Kill them!” Bardo yelled, and a few of his Zetas looked at him with uncertainty in their eyes. “Nobody said I couldn’t kill you,” Tala said, as she turned toward Bardo and squeezed the trigger. His Zetas stepped back as his limp body fell to the ground, and I heard a woman scream. “Nice,” Levi said with a smile, as Tala kept her gun aimed at the Zetas.

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

She stopped herself. Not her what? She thought of Marcus. Of Elena. The form of Lydia's smile. She remembered the night when everything changed, the night nobody was to remember. “No, no, no,” said Ava, shaking her head. "That doesn't mean anything." However, it did not erase the words on the screen. “Bloodline,” she read again. “It is possible that strangers can match, but not very common. Rare.” Her hands began to shake. "If I matched..." she said and could not complete the sentence.

Blade doesn’t respond instantly and Adam rants, “Do you know the kind of trouble that you’ll be in if father finds out about this? Do you want to die, Blade? Do you want her to die?” Blade’s voice drips with sarcasm as he says, “You act like I’m not already dead.” “You and I both know that there is a way to end your existence, Blade. And we both know that dad having a pure bloodline come from us, is more important to him than having you live.” Adam turns to look at me and says, “And unfortunately, her life isn’t worth that much to father. He won’t hesitate to end her. I thought you wanted all of us to work toward keeping her safe. How are we supposed to do that when you’re making moves on he