Bloodline Plot Novels & Stories

“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.

She then gave it to him too, his brows furrowed in apprehension. “What's it babe?” I asked curiously. “War is coming, we should be ready.” “So we'd go now.” Anita said, pulling Martha out of the office. “What did they steal, Kael?” His blood shot eyes peered at me. “The Bloodline scroll.” “What's that?” He heaved a sigh of worry and said. “It's a powerful and ancient scroll that was used to find the direct lineage of any wolf alive. All that is needed is blood.”

He was in a bad mood himself. Although Evans' family is from the city of light, he is from a long-established family with roots in several cities. The family is one of the more prestigious and powerful ones with many years of experience and a bloodline art that is unique. Bloodline Art. Developed by the ancestors and geniuses of a family, it was a totally different type of art. A form of art that can only be used by people with certain blood in their bodies. Perceiver of Light was the bloodline art name in Evans' case.

I would stack good deeds on the ice, so if the ancestors permit a rebirth, Isabella might claim a body free of frozen blood and failing marrow. The hours ticked past until my eyelids burned from the glare, yet sleep eluded me. I twisted the dial on the bedside lantern, forcing the text into sharper relief. Perhaps because young Collins’ recent crisis had hyper-sensitized my tracking of rare blood factors, my eyes locked instantly onto the rogue's specific markers. Lineage Typing: RH Negative, Type O Variant.

I sit with that for a long moment. "Why are you telling me this now?" I ask. He looks at his hands again. "Because there is one more thing," he says. "Something I found in the oldest documentation. Something that predates my research by two centuries." He looks up. "The Nyther bloodline was not a natural evolution." I go completely still. "What?" "It was engineered," he says. "Two hundred years ago. By the first Bloodryn king." The world tilts slightly. "Say that again," I demand.

"Bloodline confirmation requires a direct assessment—Elder Veira will conduct it. It's non-invasive. A reading of your power signature against the Council's historical records." "Fine," I said. Veira stepped forward with a small silver instrument I didn't recognize. She held it near my hand without touching me, watching the readout for approximately thirty seconds. Her expression didn't change. But something in her posture did. She stepped back and looked at Cassius. "Confirmed," she said. "Primary Royal bloodline. Direct descent, unbroken. Power signature matches historical records within acceptable variance." A pause that felt weighted. "Stronger than the historical baseline, actually. Sig