Bloodline Plot Novels & Stories

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

he trailed off, walking to the cabinet and pulling out his vial case. “Unless what?” I snapped. “She’s building a resistance. It’s rare, but it happens with wolves that have a strong lineage or spiritual ties. If her wolf is linked to something—someone—ancient, the powder might not affect her the way it should.” Zephyr explained, his tone etched with confusion as he tried to figure out what the problem might be. “Then double the dose,” I growled. “Triple it. I don’t care. I want that bitch in the ground. Ella’s breathing down my neck.”

“You weren’t just reacting—you commanded.” Evelyn exhaled slowly, though her chest still felt tight. “I… I didn’t know I could,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. The power was intoxicating, yes, but terrifying. Every shadow she had directed toward the hunters had been guided by instinct, by survival—and by something more she couldn’t name. “Instinct,” Lucien said, tilting his head. “Yes… but also bloodline. That mark isn’t just a symbol. It’s alive. And it reacts to your will, but it also tests your limits.”

“You call this home?” He chuckled softly. “You misunderstand, Aria. This is where you were made. The bloodline didn’t begin in the wilds. It began here — in human hands. You’re not divine. You’re engineered.” His words struck like a blade. “You’re lying.” Selene’s voice echoed from below. “The archives don’t lie.” Holograms flickered to life around us — ancient schematics, DNA strands, faces of people long dead. My heart stopped when I saw one of them.

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.

“About Adrian.” My heart stops. “The turning,” Vera says gently. “It’s not permanent. Not completely.” I stare. “What do you mean?” “There’s a cure,” Lucira says. “One cure. The blood of the true mate, willingly given under the Bloodline Eclipse. Royal hybrid blood offered with love can burn the sire bond away forever.” I sit up too fast, head spinning. “You’re saying if I give him my blood during the eclipse…” “He’ll be free,” Vera finishes. “Human again. Or as close as he can get.”

she said to him. “The vials are on the table,” I said to her, and she picked them up. Dr. Foirbeis handed her an empty vial and she mixed half of our blood together. “Once I start the spell, the blood will turn white and gold, which signifies the blood bond to the mother, then it will change to the father’s colors, before returning back to red,” Gwyneth said, and I nodded.

This time Leo leaves a hand on my shoulder and turns me to face Ben along with him. “Ben, this is Remington. Alpha Jamie’s son.” This one sentence changed the air around us. A new wind blew through the pack members as the truth of my bloodline was announced so simply in that one introduction. Whispers moved through the group but the loudest gasp came from right in front of me, standing next to Ben. For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed.

I pressed my lips together and breathed through it. "Okay," I said when I trusted my voice again. "Okay. So Cael was my biological father. A hybrid alpha. The hunters have been tracking his bloodline." I looked at Mara directly. "What does that mean? What is it about the bloodline specifically that makes them this desperate?" Mara reached to the shelf behind her and pulled down one of the bound notebooks, setting it on the table between us. She opened it to a page near the middle that had a dense handwriting, diagrams, and a sketch of what looked like a family tree with certain names underlined twice.

Rhea, dying in a pool of her own blood, had watched the entire scene. A bitter, mocking smile touched her lips. "The Bloodline Recall has a fatal flaw. It automatically stops when the deceased's memories are too traumatic. It stopped when she still had a sliver of hope. Father, do you have any idea what kind of hell she went through after that?" Kaelan was silent, his fists clenched so tightly he forgot Lilith's hand was still in his, nearly crushing her fingers.