Bloodline Killer Reviews Novels & Stories

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

My eyebrows knit together as I ask, “Doing what you have to? Can you elaborate?” He makes a clicking sound with his tongue before saying, “Raya, I’m not going to pretend like I’m innocent, because I’m not. The sooner you realize that, the better. I have killed people, it is part of my job. It is how we keep our family powerful. We have a lot of enemies, we can’t afford to become vulnerable.” “You defend killing like you think I have a problem with it.” His eyebrows furrow as he frowns and looks at me and asks, “So, you’re okay with the fact I’m a killer.”

He said like some chaotic deranged bastard. "First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger. Bunch of freaks.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

"And watch you choose them over me?" "I'm not choosing them over you. I'm choosing all of us over more war." Rowan's hand extended, palm up. "We can end this. Right here. Stop being weapons in someone else's ancient conspiracy. Silas is dead. Cassius is dead. Their plan died with them. Unless we keep it alive by continuing to act like enemies." Vivienne's hand trembled. Sera felt the blade waver against her skin. "They killed my family," Vivienne whispered. "Witches killed my entire bloodline three hundred years ago. How do I forgive that?"

"You see, Vera is my ex-girlfriend. We had a beautiful past together. However, something happened to her in the Capital this time. She called me, begging for my help. I couldn't just ignore her." " I, Selena Habsburg, from the Habsburg lineage of the Shadow pack, reject you Williams Cobbler as my mate." I let out a low growl, but it wasn't me speaking. It was Meeka, my wolf. Confused, I closed my eyes, which had already transformed into a mesmerizing combination of white fur and blue eyes. I tried to calm Meeka down, never expecting her to reject Williams. Once she settled, I turned to face him, still able to see the shock on his face.

He was looking forward to the baby. I had always thought that once the baby was born, everything would get better. I never expected him to believe Angelina so easily, to suspect me of infidelity and question the bloodline of the child in my womb. Now that he had personally killed my baby, my heart had died with him. Stephan controlled the entire underground network of North America and even Europe. Darren had angered him. The Falcone family would face annihilation.

A silver needle caught the overhead light, a thin, lethal sliver aimed at the base of her throat. "Vanessa said the bitch is a freak. A heartbeat isn't enough to call it. Put the silver in her brain." The killer leaned in. His breath stunk of cheap cigarettes and rot. Madison's eyes snapped open. The silver light in her pupils turned the room into a blur of motion. She surged up, her hand clamping onto the lead assassin's throat. Cartilage groaned. The sound of his windpipe collapsing under her grip echoed off the tile walls like a dry branch snapping.

Skimming through the abilities and moving on when none matched to Layana’s. An ability to control the bodies of the dead made Layana shudder, the bloodline that this house belonged to was considered extinct, the book was not in the best of conditions, and she had to crane to read some of the faded words. “That would be rather alarming…” she said softly “Hmm, although I don’t think anyone has the right to kill someone for having an ability they did not choose to have,” he said, she nodded “I agree with that…” she said turning the pages onto the next bloodline, both paused seeing the ink splattered against the entire page

Chapter 6: The Price of Power Karina stood at the center of the dimly lit chamber, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. Her fingers tingled with the strange, foreign power that surged beneath her skin. The bloodline—her blood—was the key to something far darker than she had imagined. But the deeper she felt into it, the clearer it became: this wasn’t just a ritual. This was a war—one that would cost her everything, but one she could win.