Bloodline Of Cain Novels & Stories

"Oi, this better not get me hunted down! That was ok for two lifetimes not a third." Reap System: Your Sect is a Non-Discrimination Sect. You will be fine. Also, your false mother has Devil blood in her. This works in your favor. Your false father had an unknown genetic strain as well. The new behavior can be blamed on the Bloodline awakening. So... praise me, partner .. praise me.

Cain whispered. “Okay, be honest, you two: did you drink before you got here?” I inquired, turning to Carter, who shrugged and downed another drink. They were spiraling, and now Cain wouldn’t let go of me as he continued showering my stomach with affection, as if his kisses could somehow change the genetic reality of it all. Yet I agreed with Cain. Blood doesn’t make family. But from a biological standpoint, this baby technically was the grandchild of their uncle... father... Oh, Goddess, I wasn’t sure how to address him either.

she sighed happily at the statement, a glazed look passing over her eyes. “Cade is strong enough, can’t I just have kids with my fucking husband?” I spit out, and to my dismay she laughed harder. “Because Cade can’t have kids. He isn’t from the right bloodline. It has to be someone related to a certain vampire, which Cade is not.” So she didn’t know, or at least didn’t seem to and I certainly wasn’t going to inform her that Cade had done his homework and that he was indeed related. The original vampire had a twin brother, biologically, who had children, who had children and so on. Cade was one of the twins' descendants who just happened to have been made into a vampire, whereas the rest of t

Dina guessed that both Genad’s demon bloodline and angel bloodline were so thick and strong that they couldn’t mix and each flowed their separate ways like a stream diverged into two different waterfalls on meeting a landscape separating them. Both bloodlines were potent and too prideful to give a damn about each other and just flowed their separate paths which was why Genad had never suffered from their clashes. Had any of his bloodlines been lower than the other then it would be a different story, but both were equally strong and no one was higher or lower than the other, this caused a mutual consent between both bloodlines to flow their paths. Genad was originally more in touch with the d

said Jebediah Shlee. "As will I!" promised Helfus Simlake. "Count me in!" added Jefferon Hreymus. Cain also had connections with the leaders of many martial arts sects. Finally, the Black Guards joined as well. "We shall join the fray!" Their bloodlust was so powerful that crimson clouds formed overhead. Hugo couldn't believe what he was seeing. So, this was the power Cain was capable of in his home turf. Many a man would gladly take the life of another if Cain wanted to. He didn't even need to lift a finger.

Cain was hunting, and nothing good would come from that. His logic told him he needed to stop this. Cain wasn’t level-headed when it came to Layla, so it was up to him to find out what happened. But the bond pushed him to do the opposite- protect Layla at all costs, even if the price was his pack. That wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. He had brought Layla here to continue his bloodline and protect the pack, but how would he do that if Cain’s overprotectiveness made him kill the pack? What good would his heir be to anyone if he had no pack to raise and protect him?

I whispered. His hand raised to my shoulder, froze and fell to his side. “I…share the same sentiment. I do not want to leave Elara alone.” I stumbled backwards. They reached out to catch me but I slapped their hands away. “You want our lineage to die out? You want our children to bear the Caelthorn surname. How are you planning to face your ancestors in the grave?!” “Kaden has established us as Alphas in our own right,” Cain said. “Our children will bear the Vale surname.”

"The bloodline." "You smelled it the moment she crossed the line." "She's human." "She's *carrying* it." Elias turned. Same gray eyes. Same bone structure. Separated by thirty years and a devotion to purity Kael had never shared. "The Holt woman has the marker." "The same as 1893." "The same as your mother." --- Kael's hands found his pockets. The same habit as the library steps. Hiding the curl of his fingers. The need to hold something.

I waited. "It is the name of who leads the faction," my mother said. "The one who made the deal with me. The one behind the message." She looked at me with something that was partly fear and partly relief at finally releasing a secret she had been holding for decades. "His name is Cain. And he is not just old, Elena. He is the reason the Silvermoon bloodline went into hiding in the first place. The reason your ancestors scattered and diluted themselves across dozens of pack lines." She paused. "He hunted them. Centuries ago. Consumed their power to extend his own life. And when the last pure bloodline finally manifests, he intends to do it again." The room felt very small suddenly.

Cain pressed harder, his voice curling like a serpent. “We both know Gavriel is becoming uncontrollable. Whenever that damned Lycan in him surfaces, he craves blood, destruction—he is unfit to rule this continent. But me…” Cain leaned closer, his smirk widening. “I also carry Lycan blood. I am far more suited than him.” It was true. Cain was no ordinary werewolf. Like Gavriel, he bore the blood of the Lycan, but his lineage came from the lesser Lycanthros, a step below the ancient Lunaris Dominion, the most powerful line of all.