Bloodline Novels & Stories

I had thrown that out there to stir the pot, but I did not expect Nelson and Yvonne's faces to go pale the moment the words left my mouth. Nelson forced a laugh. "Illegitimate kids? Come on, Ethan and the rest are my brother's children, too. They're Smiths just like us." However, Nelson looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I felt a jolt of suspicion. My eyes could not help but scan over Ethan and his siblings. That was when I saw it. My dad had double eyelids, a trait I had inherited. However, all three Ethans had single eyelids, just like Nelson.

"He said my bloodline was a high-yield match for his lineage. That's why he married me. Is this true? Was my mother aware of this?" "Caden is an arrogant boy playing with matches in a powder keg," Maren scoffed, straightening up and walking behind her desk. "Your bloodline isn't just a 'rare match' for his pathetic lineage, Sera. Your bloodline is Ashborne. It is an ancient, sovereign strain that predates the modern pack system by thousands of years. It doesn't produce 'strong heirs' for lesser Alphas. It carries a genetic resonance that makes standard Alpha commands completely useless against you

he said in a low voice. She nodded. “It wasn’t just a call.” He swung his legs off the bed, now fully alert. “Then what was it?” Aria pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the echo still resonating through her bones. “A gathering,” she replied. “Of blood.” Rowan froze. “Bloodlines?” “Yes.” The word felt heavy on her tongue. Selene had mentioned it only once—ancient families connected not by land, but by power bestowed directly from the Moon. Most had been wiped out.

“Why am I here, really? What exactly does my father owe you?” Leonardo’s lips curved faintly, but there was no humor in his eyes. “Your father borrowed protection. He borrowed money. But most of all, he borrowed time. Debts pile up, Isabella. And eventually, someone has to pay.” “Why me?” I demanded, surprising even myself. My fingers gripped the edge of the table. “You could have taken money, property….anything. Why… why did you choose me?” He leaned back in his chair, watching me like I was daring him. “Your father has no money he went bankrupt and because unlike money, you don’t lose value. You are leverage. You are loyalty. And”….his voice lowered slightly, deliberate…..“you’re mine now.

Even Shark standing quietly near the door looked tense now, and that alone was enough to make uneasiness crawl slowly down my spine. “The Bloodline Council,” Dante repeated quietly. “They are an ancient group connected to the Williams curse. They’ve existed for generations. Their responsibility is monitoring the bloodlines tied to it.” I frowned immediately, trying to process the words properly, but honestly none of it sounded real anymore. “What do you mean monitoring?” I asked quickly. “You’re talking like this is some kind of organization that’s been watching people for centuries.” “They have,” Dante answered calmly. That ans

"You're having doubts." "Angela warned about the connection it creates," I said, watching his reaction carefully. "She claimed the bond renewal would link us beyond the physical—that it would create a channel for power to flow between us." "That's... partially true," he acknowledged. "The bond allows mates to draw strength from each other. It's not one-sided." "But with my bloodline, it's different, isn't it?" I pressed. "More significant." He hesitated, then nodded. "According to the old texts, yes. The silver-blessed bloodline creates a deeper connection. A sharing of abilities to some degree."

“Kaelis. The bloodline records Selene took, she didn’t take them to protect them.” I froze. “She took them,” Rhydian said, “because there’s a name in there Aldric doesn’t know about. A bloodline suppressed since the beginning. Before the first Elder council. Before the hierarchy. Before the mark.” “Whose line?” I said. He hesitated, just long enough to be wrong. “Yours,” he said. “The original, not the Vane branch. Where your blood actually comes from. If Selene hands that info to whoever she works for…..”

Jax folded his arms. "Who was coming?" For the first time, real anger entered Damon's expression. "The people who wanted our bloodline erased." The words carried enough conviction to make everyone uneasy. Scarlett stared at him. "What bloodline?" Damon's eyes met hers. "The Luna bloodline." The clearing fell silent again. Emily frowned. "What does that mean?" Damon looked toward Scarlett. "You're stronger than ordinary Lunas because our family was never ordinary." A chill slid down Scarlett's spine.

“I was told to destroy this journal. I refused. Too many lives have been lost because the truth was buried.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the page. Whoever had written this had been afraid. I continued. “The First Blood Heir is not simply an heir to a throne. The child carries blood from two ancient Alpha lines. One line belongs to Blackthorn. The other belongs to a bloodline that the elders believed had disappeared.” I stopped. Blackthorn. Ronan's pack. My heart began beating faster. I read the sentence again. Two Alpha bloodlines. I thought about the portrait.