Bloodline Nolan Rayburn Novels & Stories

“Put her down. I’ll call my driver.” “Your driver?” Marcus scoffed. “I’ve got her.” “You’re bleeding,” Damian said. “So are a lot of people today,” Marcus replied. Zara squeezed her eyes shut. Just stop. Both of you. Please. Then the intercom crackled to life. Static. Then a wet, old laugh. “Mr. Cole,” Chief Obasi’s voice filled the room. “Congratulations. You survived.” Damian went completely still. “Pity about the heir though,” Obasi continued. “Family business and all that. We really should run a DNA test. Just to be sure who the real Cole is.”

Bienley smiled at their sons and stared at Justin. "Can you imagine that Justin? You can have a child with Cullen and Dalton's blood...yours and Zack's blood. The dream I wanted to have is given to you. You will carry Zack's child inside your body...that child will grow inside you until you can bring him/her out of the world. You will watch Zack's child grow and you will hear and feel the heartbeat that would eternally bind you and Zack for a lifetime" Bienley continued to explain.

“Come on then, get on with it while the beer’s still cold and the food’s still warm.” “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Kai St. Claire, the son of our protector, Kiran Sinclair, and as our luck would have it, he has the same protector’s blood as his father!” Conall announced loudly, and the crowd clapped and whistled at his announcement.

“Pretty much. He’s the Alpha. And not just any Alpha, Lucar’s bloodline is one of the strongest our world has ever seen.” I hesitated. “I never asked… what’s his full name?” Jayce glanced at me, then chuckled. “Lucar Vale. Son of Alpha Theron and Luna Marienne Vale. Last surviving heir of the SilverClaw line.” Something in my chest pulled tight. “Last?” Jayce nodded, expression dimming. “His mother died in the Rogue War. His father fell a few years earlier. Lucar became Alpha too young but he had no choice.” “And his dad?” I asked.

"You were the control group." Jeff recoiled like he'd been shot. "Father." The woman turned toward the camera, her hand resting on her swollen belly. My face. My eyes. "The Ryans bloodline carries a unique genetic marker," Nolan's recording continued. "One that could either save humanity or destroy it. You were designed to protect the true Lazarus subject—their daughter. Your sister." The feed cut to a nursery monitor. A baby with Jeff's blue eyes reached for the camera. Current timestamp.

They were testing the fences, looking for weakness in the new wolf. "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. It didn't come from Min. Elder Park, Underboss One, set his tea cup down. The sound was deafening. He looked around the room, his gaze heavy with decades of violence. "The bloodline is the law," Park rumbled. "The Chairman chose his heir. The Heir has cleaned the house. If anyone wishes to join Kang in his 'resignation,' speak now." The room went deadly still. Park’s endorsement was the seal of legitimacy.

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.

A madness in his stare, a hunger for revenge. “Bryan,” Ronan drawled. “You always were predictable. I knew, killing your crew would chase you back to Los Angeles to protect your family.” He added, a wide grin on his face. Him confirming to killing Lincoln and Raymond, made Bryan blood boil in rage— He wants Revenge! Bryan immediately raised his gun, but Ronan shook his head, clicking his tongue. “Now, now. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to them, would we?” He gestured toward Mia and Mrs. Chapman.

and a soft breeze enveloped Selena for a moment. "It should help bring her temperature down," Lillian said, and I nodded. I stare at Lillian and Selena's mother as they went on with their thing, when I was suddenly received a mind-link from Davies. "Alpha, we have a problem," Davies' voice came through the mind link. "What problem?" I asked, prepared for anything Davies might say, but the words that came back to me were unexpected. "It's the assistant to the vampire lord. He's requesting a meeting with you."