Bloodline Novels & Stories

‘The bloodline curse,’ I whisper in wonder. The blight of my otherwise perfect unlife, yet, if I’m to understand Canus correctly, an unavoidable side effect of its very perfection. Other vampiric bloodlines aren’t as strong as the royal line, but they also don’t suffer our curse. And it’s all because they’ve been using dhampirs to strengthen the bloodline. Canus is both the progeny of the Prince of London and his biological son! It’s all starting to come together.

"I mean like what happened at Haltz, you treated them, didn't you?" Diana nodded, “I'm just trying to stop their bleeding. But you could say I did study medicine even though I'm not that great.” Then Diana was silent for a moment, “I'm curious about one thing, why is their blood black? I think your blood is red?” “That's because they're vampires that were hybridized with other vampires. My blood is red because I am a descendant from the main family—a vampire who was born not because of a sexual relationship, but because we were created,” Rai explained.

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

Keeping herself thin also had the benefit of disguising her brutal strength. The royal family had the strongest bloodline and, therefore, the most powerful wolves. It was why her father tried to marry her off to a courtier; to dilute her power and reduce the risk to Leon's rule. Only, she had run away. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and she had never seen pictures of her. Her father wiped all evidence of her from the palace, and it was forbidden to talk about her. Consequently, she knew almost nothing about her mother. Did she have brown hair and blue eyes, or blonde hair with brown eyes? Was she tall or short? So many versions of her mother existed

Alpha Collen mumbled in excitement. "But there is a little problem." The beta said. "What problem?" "The seer (witch) of the pack mentioned that the child in your mate womb is carrying the last bloodline of your great grandparents." He added. "That is not a problem, my child is special then, you know I heard from my parents that my great grandfather was a big red and black werewolf, I wonder what colour my child will be, even if my child doesn't inherit I or my mate's colour of the wolf, I know my child will have those wolf yellowish eyes just like every one of us here in our pack."

My house was still burning and I came out from its depth, stood there for a moment in dark, watching it burn to the ground the one mighty Jonas villa was now burning to ashes, who might have wondered if this could be the way for the tragic end of the Jonas Dynasty. When I was looking at my burning house I could hear the voices of celebration from the house next door, it was all sort of happy screams of congratulation, it was the Forbes, celebrating the death and defeat of my family but they were unaware the eldest son of the dynasty was still alive and he would not rest until he make all those people pay their debts who are responsible for his family’s death and in that moment I decided tha

“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.

“Tonight, under the blood moon, we witness the passing of power. Alpha Alexander Laurent, step forward.” Alpha Alexander approached the altar. In his hand was the ceremonial dagger—the same blade used by his father “I, Alexander Laurent, Alpha of the Silverthorn Pack, renounce my title and pass it to my son, my blood, my successor.” He sliced his palm and let his blood fall on the stone. “By blood and moon, I release my hold.” The ground itself seemed to hum as the blood moon overheard pulsed brighter. “Ethan Laurent,” Sage said, “step forward and claim your birthright.”

" Just those two syllables silenced Marco's sobbing instantly. "You have bled for the Family. I remember." A flash of wild hope lit Marco's eyes. "However." Don Vincenzo stood and walked slowly toward him, looking down from above. "You killed my blood. You owe me a blood debt. It must be repaid." He delivered the final judgment. "At sunrise tomorrow, your right hand will be cut off. You are stripped of all rank and property. You will be expelled from the inner circle. Your life will be spared. This is the greatest mercy I can offer."

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