Bloodline Killer 2 Novels & Stories

He said kissing me good night. I slept peacefully beside him and I had a terrible nightmare of someone chasing me and trying to kill me. "She is the last bloodline, kill her at once and set me free at once." "No, let me be, please, don't hurt me, please."

"Wouldn't he? His family was killed by vampires. He has every reason to want this war to continue." "He wants us to survive, not escalate things." But doubt crawled beneath her skin. Rowan had been so angry when he found out about the bond—he had called her foolish for following it. Guilt and unease twisted in her gut. What if he'd decided to take matters into his own hands? Before Lucien could respond, his phone buzzed. He read the message and cursed quietly. "What?" "Another body. This time in neutral territory. A witch." The palace library was silent when they arrived at the second crime scene. The witch—a woman Sera vaguely recognized from Rowan's network—was killed in the same ritualist

And exhilarating. I pushed Miller aside. My arm still bleeding, I walked toward the enraged families. "As long as I don't reveal how I did it, the FBI can never convict me, right?" I smiled. "What a shame. I killed your precious sons and grandsons. Crushed their finger bones, one by one." "But I can still walk around in couture, drink the most expensive champagne, and live my life just fine." Someone threw a foul smelling shoe that hit me hard in the face.

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."

"Silas called it the Shadow Alpha. He said he made a deal to preserve the Blackwood line. But that thing didn't look like it wanted to preserve anything. It looked like it wanted to devour us." "It wanted the blood," I said, looking down at Leo. My son’s eyes briefly flickered silver before returning to their natural blue. "The 'Silver Queen' and the 'Heirs of the First King.' Those aren't just titles, Killian. They’re a bloodline that was supposed to be extinct."

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

“The prophecy also spoke of other things which are of a second bloodline. A twin line. One that in an unimaginable way, mirrors yours... but this time, with darkness instead of light.” Kale’s brows furrowed, totally confused. “What exactly does that mean?” “It simply means that your blood, as has been registered in your head, isn’t the only one being sought,” Maester Kyn said gravely. “And unfortunately, if that twin line happens to be awakened before Serena fulfills her role, everything will fall apart.” My chest tightened on hearing that. “Who exactly holds that blood?” Kyn hesitated, like he was unsure of what to say. “That… we don’t know. But there are whispers… that it might be someone

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

Not on land. Not through ley lines. Through blood. I stagger upright. Ashcroft’s eyes sharpen. “You can’t anchor without foundation.” “You’re right.” I press my palm to the earth. But I don’t reach downward. I reach inward. The baby. Asher. Kade. Kieran. Three divine carriers. Bloodline. Not geography. If ley lines can be severed— Blood can replace them. It’s dangerous. Terrifying. But it’s the only option. “Isla, don’t,” Morgan whispers.