Bloodline Novels & Stories

I was beginning to hate questions like that. "What are you talking about?" Selena carefully placed the photograph back on the table. "Years ago there was a bloodline known as the Crown Bloodline. Most wolves believed it disappeared decades ago." Nina looked confused. "You're saying royalty?" "Something like that." Blaze folded his arms. "I thought those stories were nonsense." "So did most people." My stomach twisted. "And my mother was part of it?" Selena hesitated before nodding. "I think so."

"What did you tell her." "The truth, as much of it as I understand myself." She poured two cups of something bitter smelling, studying me over the rim of her own. "Silverglen. A healing bloodline, strong and rare, destroyed decades ago by a pack that has spent generations consuming territory through conquest rather than alliance. Bloodmoon." The name landed with a weight I had been building toward for months, every scattered thread of Marcus's research finally, fully converging into something solid enough to hold. "Ivy's mother." I asked with more certainty than it was a question

Aylin responds, cocking her head slightly and studying him. I bite my cheeks and force back the hint of possessiveness that comes over me; seriously, why didn't anyone warn me about how stupid this mate bond could be? Thankfully, no one but Roman, who gently squeezes my leg under the table, seems to notice. "My bloodline is rather unique. Our demon heritage was…artificially blended into our DNA," he says "Alpha Roman's bloodline is blessed by Haures," my father cuts in nonchalantly. My sister raises her eyebrows.

Nancy was writing notes on the class chalkboard, writing the next word she said in bold letters that she underlined. "The origin of Bloodline Magic varies, but one thing that is for certain, as the name implies, it is a special or unique type of magic that only those of a certain bloodline can inherit," said Ms. Nancy. 'I forgot the story had mentioned something about that.' Maria was using the pink girly pencil that was stored in her bag to write down notes. Due to the fact that Maria only read half of the novel, briefly recalling where she last left off, Bloodline Magic was just introduced into

She's been playing us the entire time. "You," I whisper. She smiles. Cold. Triumphant. "Me. Disappointed? I've been funding the Bloodline Project for thirty years. My family started it generations ago. My grandfather recruited Price's grandfather. We've been building this infrastructure, this evolution, while wolves like you played at tradition and honor." "Why?"

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

“Exiled into human society, where her children were born without the ability to shift, without the ability to be identified. But not without the bloodline.” “He put two ends of the same bloodline together,” I said, and heard my own voice from somewhere far away, the pieces assembling in my chest into something enormous and devastatingly logical all at once. “Your predecessor took the bloodline the Accord tried to erase three generations ago and engineered its return by making sure the two surviving branches found each other.”

“The power is only a symptom.” The confusion on my face must have been obvious because she continued before I could interrupt. “The Bloodline is a living inheritance. A piece of something much older than wolves, older than the packs, older than the council itself.” A chill crawled down my spine. “Older than the Moon Goddess?” For the first time, Selene reacted. Her eyes narrowed slightly. My mother shook her head. “No.” The answer relieved me. A little. “Then what is it?” My mother hesitated.

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.

I looked at my father, demanding an explanation, but he kept his eyes on the hunters. He finally told me the truth. The Silver Bloodline was one of the oldest werewolf bloodlines in existence, a lineage that had once ruled over wolves long before modern packs and Alpha territories were created. My ancestors possessed an ability that made other Alphas fear them because they could command wolves without using physical dominance. Their blood carried an authority that other wolves could instinctively recognize, and when the true heir awakened, even powerful Alphas could feel the urge to submit. I stared at him, struggling to underst