Bloodline Plot Novels & Stories

"Look at the bone density markers recorded in her second month." My green eyes scanned the numbers on the next page. "The skeletal growth is too slow," I noted, my brow furrowing in deep concentration. "An Alpha bloodline causes fetal bone density to spike rapidly in the first trimester. This growth chart... it matches a Beta bloodline." "Exactly," Cullen said softly. "The timeline was physically impossible, and the biology didn't match." I spun around, trapping myself between the edge of the desk and Cullen’s large frame. "If Caomh knew the timeline was impossible, he never would have accepted the child as his own. He is obsessed with his bloodline. He would have executed her for treason."

“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.”

Her hand came up and pressed against her own chest and she looked at the basin and then at me, and the expression on her face was the kind you couldn't fake. Eli straightened up. "The child carries two bloodlines," he said. He looked at Kaden. "Alpha bloodline, Dark Fangs line. And Vibrius." He looked at me. "Nothing else is here." "I'll give you a minute," and looked at the witnesses, and they followed him out without anyone needing to be asked twice. * * * Kaden stood in front of me and didn't move for a second. Then he pulled me in.

That image was evidence of Bloodline Manifestation. Bloodline Manifestation was not a skill or power per se; it was a force. It was a force that was born from the bloodline of a Beastman and it only appeared in Beastmen carrying a high level of their ancestor’s bloodline. It was similar to aura in the sense that not everyone could use it; however, unlike aura the determining factor for using Bloodline Manifestation was not luck, but bloodline purity. Bloodline Manifestation had many uses, but the most prominent one was Suppression. That was the ability Kylie had subconsciously used against Aiden. Suppression was just as it’s name implied. It forced one to bow before a possessor of a Bloodlin

Caius stood before she finished talking. "Bloodline test report," he stated, pulling out his tablet. "Conducted three weeks ago by certified analysts. Ancestral lineage traced back four generations to known royal lines." He walked over and handed the tablet to Reeves. "Ninety-seven percent purity match. Higher than most wolves with verified royal heritage." Reeves scrolled through the report. Her eyebrows rose. "Want to see capability?" He walked over to Reeves. "Training footage from last week. Watch what happens when three wolves attack her at once."

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.