Bloodline Plot Novels & Stories

Calyx suddenly sat upright from the couch, eyes narrowing sharply. “Wait.” All of us looked toward him. He grabbed several parchment sheets and spread them quickly across the table. “I’ve been tracing bloodlines.” Atlas groaned immediately. “You say that like it’s normal.” “It is normal.” “No it isn’t.” Calyx ignored him completely. “There are certain families and bloodlines that keep appearing in old records around vampire rumors.” He pointed at several names written across the parchment. “Strong bloodlines. Old ones.” My stomach tightened slightly as I looked down.

"Then he takes ours." It was messy and completely primitive. We found the IV lines and the thick needles. Sophia sat on the edge of the bed, letting me guide the needle into her vein first, running the line directly into the port on Dante’s arm. When her face started to pale, we switched. I shoved the needle into my own forearm, watching my own dark blood travel through the clear plastic tube, disappearing into his cold body. Slowly, the deathly gray shadow on his face began to lift. A faint, natural color returned to his jawline. His chest began to rise and fall in a deep, stable rhythm. He was still deep under, unconscious and exhausted, but he was stable.

“Yield from lower-tier subjects remains inconsistent. Genetic variance too wide.” “Noble lines show marked improvement with sustained exposure. Recommend continued cycle”. I felt something cold settle in my chest. “Exposure to what?” I asked. Endrick didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Because the next page did. “Refined output distributed through controlled channels. Integration into noble bloodlines successful. Strength, resilience, and longevity increased generation over generation.” I stared at the words. Then I looked back at the diagram. At the Spire. At the lines that connected it to the reservoir to the Spire.

This was something else. Something the four infants were producing. I looked at them. At the seed bank. At what four third bloodline carriers in proximity produced in the clean foundation. Not just sustaining the planting. Adding to it. Something the planting alone could not carry. Something that required the third bloodline in multiple carriers simultaneously to produce. “What is that,” I said. To the old woman. To Edmund. To the lead mediator. To Aether. To anyone who could hear it. The old woman looked at the floor.

"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.

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."

They exhaled, the smoke curling up into the stagnant air like a phantom snake. Failure. The word tasted bitter, worse than the ash in their mouth. It sat heavy in their gut, a leaden weight of humiliation. They stared at the wall opposite them, where a complex diagram of the Han family tree was pinned. Red string connected names, dates, and assets. It was a web of deceit, and right now, the spider sitting in the center felt remarkably incompetent.

Aelra’s granddaughter had fallen deeply in love with the human, unaware that their relationship would become the weapon the humans had been waiting for. Aelra’s daughter discovered the relationship and, determined to have him for herself, killed his wife and unborn child to get his attention. The man was devastated and enraged. He eventually conspired with the elders to have his revenge. He revealed the truth to the human kingdom. The human kingdom realized that they finally had a way to strike at Aelra through his own bloodline. They captured the vampire princess and sent word to Aelra, demanding that he return the corpse of human princess in exchange for his granddaughter.

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.

"And you want me to sit here and receive that." He was quiet for a moment. "Tell me I'm wrong," I said. He didn't. "Then talk," I said. "Since you're here." He did. He had found my bloodline before I was born. He said it the same way he said everything, like information being delivered, like the fact that my entire existence had been engineered was simply data worth sharing. He had been tracking dormant Nightshade lines for decades. Following diluted bloodlines through generations of human families.