Bloodline Plot Novels & Stories

Every she-wolf in Crescent Ridge knew the Nightwood name. Lola did not. She grew up in the pack orphanage with no bloodline sponsor, no rich family background, no seat among the pack’s royalties. Some wolves were born into power. Others had to fight for every inch. Lola fought. She worked day and night, building something out of nothing until the Moon Goddess finally blessed her with a fated mate—Alpha Tristain Herdez. He was Powerful, respected, desired by every she-wolf. Five years after their wedding, their house was still empty. The pack physician revealed the truth: Tristain could never father a child. Lola kept his secret and buried herself in work, building a company that all of Texas admired. Then she collapsed during a press conference. Stage four cancer. Less than a year to live. While she prepared to leave a legacy behind, Tristain returned home one day with a newborn, claiming the baby was abandoned at the pack gate. But the child had Tristain’s face and her best friend’s eyes. And Lola was running out of time to uncover the truth.

She was rejected as wolfless. She returned marked by the Alpha King. Lyra Ashborne has spent her life as her pack's greatest disappointment-the Alpha's daughter without a wolf, abandoned by the man she loved for her own sister. Humiliated and facing execution, she makes a desperate choice: a single night with a stranger in the forest. She didn't know he was Dominic Blackthorne, the Alpha King. She didn't know their passion would forge a mating bond that brands her soul. Now Lyra must survive the mating ball with her mark exposed, her cruel family demanding she present a mate or die. Dominic searches for the Moon Goddess heir to break his bloodline's curse, unaware the woman he can't stop craving is the key to everything. When enemies close in and hidden powers awaken, Lyra must claim her destiny-or lose the mate who sees her true worth. A steamy fated-mates werewolf romance where the underdog becomes queen.

After 99 bloodline fusion rituals, I finally conceived Alpha Garrick Whitefang's pup. As a mixed-blood Omega without a wolf, I understood the cost of that miracle better than anyone. The rituals burned away my lifespan. I brought this child with my blood. When I returned with the pregnancy report, ready to share the news, Garrick was waiting for me. A 4-year-old girl stood at his side, her small hand clasped in his. "Rowena, this is my surprise for you. Our pup," he said gently. Then he added, as if it meant nothing, "You will not have to endure bloodline fusion anymore. Her mother, Lyralei North, is pregnant with a male pup. Once she gives birth, I will bring him back for you to raise." His mother smiled with open relief. "No labor, no pain, and you gain two pups for free. How wonderful. The Snowclaw Pack finally has heirs." Unstoppable tears spilled down my face. For seven years as Garrick's Luna, bloodline rejection had made natural conception impossible. For five of those years, I had begged the pack elders to perform bloodline fusion rituals on me. I traded away my lifespan 99 times in total for the chance to carry his child. Only then did I understand. Garrick never wanted my pup. As long as heirs existed, it did not matter who gave birth to them. I returned to my room without a word and made one call. "Steven, does your research project still need people? I want to rejoin the team," I said quietly. "And I am leaving the Snowclaw Pack."

The WHITES and the BLACKS are both races of VAMPIRES who have been fierce rivals for a long time, starting from the year Seven Hundred and Two (702). The white vampires are considered the good-hearted ones, whereas the black vampires are their complete opposites. The traitorous, greedy, and heartless, even to their kind. When the Thirteenth Prince of the black vampires was born, the whites were alerted because the oracle had foretold that their race would come to an end once that black vampire was born. However, they failed to prevent the birth brought forth by the Queen of the black vampires. As the youngest son of the black vampire's supreme grew, he became even more powerful, prompting the whites to take action to get ahead of the blacks’ planned extermination of them. They did not expect that they would be able to bring down the Prince of the blacks using a chemical that would put him into a long slumber. The whites found hope when the oracle revealed that a child would be born from their lineage who would ultimately defeat the Prince of the blacks. But unknown to them, there were still vampires from the black bloodline who were determined to awaken their long-dormant race once more. "Wait for the rise of the blacks, who will finally bring an end to your race." –a man dressed in black

Three years into Olivia Reed's relationship with Cedric Jamison, he decides to propose to her. But Olivia ends up finding out that this is all just a plot cooked up by Cedric just to get revenge on her during her happiest moment. She watches as Cedric repeatedly sets up traps meticulously while listening to him using shoddy excuses just to fool her. Instead of exposing him, she merely watches his poor performance. Once Olivia has finally cleared all traces of their relationship and ensures that Cedric no longer has any ounce of control over her, she calmly vanishes from his life. At the engagement party that the future bride will never attend, Cedric finds out the truth. His eyes redden out of panic. "Olivia, I've already gotten rid of everything related to the scheme! I never wanted to hurt you, to begin with! "Olivia, you're the only woman I've ever loved!" … To Olivia, Ezra Slater is the bigshot in the elite society and a business magnate in the business world. He's noble-looking, cold, and very distant from people. That is, until he sheds his disguise and corners Olivia when he gets drunk. Only then does she find out that she's actually his secret crush. When Olivia and Cedric reunite once again at a banquet, Ezra's jealousy overwhelms him instantly. "Olivia Reed, I'm your actual husband here!"

After the video exposing my sister Issa Acosta’s plot against me was revealed, my parents and my fiancé, Henry Nolan, stood firmly by my side, making me feel loved and safe. I confidently handed over all the evidence to them, trusting them to handle it. However, they told me that after Issa was kicked out of the house, she died in a sudden car accident, and I believed them. That was until five years into my marriage, when I accidentally saw Issa—the woman who was supposed to be dead. She was holding a little boy, clinging tightly to Henry’s hand. "Henry, if it weren’t for you and my parents, I’m afraid Zoe would’ve thrown me in prison. Thankfully, my parents destroyed the evidence and even opened a jewelry design studio for me. To avoid suspicion, you even sacrificed your own marriage. Thank you for everything in the past five years.” "Think of it as me atoning to Zoe on your behalf. As long as you and Bear are happy, that’s enough for me." So, what I thought was a happy family was nothing more than a giant lie—a scheme concocted by my parents and Henry. My parents, my husband, and Issa were the real family, and I? I was just the fool who had been deceived for five long years. Whether it was family or love, none of it was real, and I don’t want any of it anymore.

Four years ago, Marcus Blackthorn rejected me at our Dragon bond ceremony. He chose Clara Linwood instead. Her bloodline carried the purity of an ancient dragon clan, and with her at his side, he could secure his claim as Lord Blackthorn. He told me to wait one year, promising that once his position was secure, the title of Lady Blackthorn would eventually be mine. Everyone laughed at me for believing I had ever been anything more than a useful promise. I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break, and I left without begging for a place in a future he had already denied me. I left his territory in silence and followed the Dragon Goddess’s sign to my second-chance mate, Caelan Frost. He was the Frost Dragon King, ruler of every dragon clan, and even a Black Dragon lord like Marcus had to bow before him. Four years later, I returned to Blackthorn Keep beside Caelan Frost, the Dragon King. Four years later, I returned to Blackthorn Keep beside Caelan Frost, the Dragon King. At the city gate, Marcus stopped me. He looked at my plain cloak, then threw a servant’s gray livery at my feet. “Stop pretending you have somewhere better to go,” he said. “My household happens to need a nursery maid. Take the work. It is the only future you have left.”

"Look me in the eyes, Raven. Tell me that you don't want me, that you don't want this..." He whispered, his voice a teasing caress to her ears. "I hate you. I really hate you," she gasped, her eyes fluttering close as he nibbled on the skin of her neck. "No, you don't," he said, his fingers trailing up her right thigh. .... Rejected by the Alpha's son, her destined mate, Raven flees from the pack, only to end up being a victim of a spiked drink originally meant for a handsome stranger at the bar. After a passionate, hazy, one-night stand with him, she wakes up the next morning to flee when she discovers that he's a Lycan, the creature she hates the most. What happens when she ends up marrying the same man she'd fled from, in an accidental marriage? Even worse, he's cursed and she belongs to the bloodline of witches who cursed him. Can they defeat their ill fate and claim happiness for themselves?

One reckless kiss to provoke his ex was all it took to drag Jaxon from peace into chaos. Jaxon Louis Ferraro only wanted to escape his dangerous past life; bury his name, forget his bloodline, and live free as a male top supermodel in New york city. But after discovering his boyfriend’s cruel betrayal, Jaxon made a reckless mistake: kissing and accidentally having a one-night stand with the most dangerously gorgeous man he’d ever laid eyes on. What Jaxon didn’t know is that this stranger wasn’t just some random undergound fighter. Jaxon didn’t know this stranger was the most dangerous man alive. And Jaxon definitely didn’t know he was the Mafia Don’s perfect alibi. Now hunted, watched, and claimed under the guise of protection, Jaxon is pulled into a world of blood, secrets, and forbidden desire. A world he has spent his entire life running from. But Jaxon isn’t just a beautiful and fragile mistake, he is the Don’s obsession… and his greatest damnation.

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.