Bloodline Plot Novels & Stories

It was strictly forbidden by the pack rules for any werewolf to remain in their tents during the morning work hours. _But who cares? The rules were meant for others, not me._ My name is Samantha Emberwood. I was born half-werewolf, half-nymph, under a special lineage of wolf known as Purebred. Unlike others of my kind who have the ability to transform and communicate directly with their wolves, Purebreds possess the ability to separate from their inner wolf, creating a special bond that grants us control and mastery over their abilities. In the entire Dawn Runner pack, I'm the only one born with the Purebred Bloodline. Rumor has it that I inherited my abilities from my birth mother. But the

However, Neela was telling him that she finally figured out what Frostine was going through. “Bloodline-induced blood sacrifice is an extremely obscure forbidden spell. As the name implies, it can induce the bloodline in a person’s body, help the person grow, and metamorph. But, this forbidden spell will harm the bearer greatly and shorten lifespan with a slim chance of survival... No, it should be certain death. Only one out of the ten thousand bloodline inheritors may succeed as the mortality rate is extremely high. “My lord, it’s really a miracle a tail could materialize out of senior!”

Keeping herself thin also had the benefit of disguising her brutal strength. The royal family had the strongest bloodline and, therefore, the most powerful wolves. It was why her father tried to marry her off to a courtier; to dilute her power and reduce the risk to Leon's rule. Only, she had run away. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and she had never seen pictures of her. Her father wiped all evidence of her from the palace, and it was forbidden to talk about her. Consequently, she knew almost nothing about her mother. Did she have brown hair and blue eyes, or blonde hair with brown eyes? Was she tall or short? So many versions of her mother existed in her mind.

“Your mother and I come from an ancient bloodline that has never been tainted with the blood of a lesser lineage. It is an extensive process to marry into our clan." "One must not only be born into the right family, but they must also complete a medical screening, at which time blood is taken and examined for compatibility. Our bloodline enjoys the benefit of being immune to poison. This is the one thing that is scrutinized when the blood is drawn." “We are not allowed to have children with bloodlines that dilute this favor in our blood. Your mother has always been stubborn and refused to get the analysis performed when she started a relationship with your father. Before our parents could fo

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Dominic growled. The documents in front of him told the same story Faro just did, but he didn’t want to believe it. He was pissed that Eris kept his problems to himself. Dominic would have helped him, he’d always help all of them, blood was blood and they were bound by it. They all had the middle name ‘Rose’ for a reason. It was their mother’s maiden name and for them it was as strong as the blood that made them family.

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

" he yelled. "She knows enough!" Rryan yelled back. "It is Done! I have mated with her and she bares my mark!" then he spoke softer, "My bloodline will remain pure, just as yours did all those years ago, is it not the same as what you, did with her mother. Was she not also your ... " he cleared his throat.. "Mate too?" She is the only one I will even want or need." with that, his father grew silent.

With one suck of breath, she sliced her palm open and placed it above his lip to let the blood drop into his mouth. “Cassian,” she jerked him lightly after she had given him what she felt should be enough, but he didn’t come into full consciousness. Worried, she moved her eyes to where he had been shot and looked closely at it. She trailed her fingers over the root-like tattoo on his arm, the one caused by her, and she knew it was what connected them…at least in some way. She wondered if there was a way to reverse it. Rather than him bearing the pain, would it be possible for her to take them instead?

Was Jace really Dominic’s adopted son—or was he something far more dangerous? A pawn. A weapon. The lost bloodline of the Chevre, raised in the heart of their enemy’s house. The implications twisted through the decades of bitter feud, alliances broken, and lives destroyed. Jace Grey was no accident. He was the result of a gamble played by men who dealt in secrets. And now, knowing the truth, the observer smiled—cold, calculating. The game had just changed.

"I’ve confirmed it, Mrs. Ashford. Twenty years ago, Mr. Ashford fathered a daughter with a woman from the countryside. I collected hair samples from their home. The DNA test is underway." I looked at Adrian’s still-handsome face and felt nothing but disgust. He clutched my arm, frantic. "Please, help Serena. You owe her your gratitude. She saved my life! And besides, she’s your daughter." I had just brought Lila home from the hospital, yet he couldn’t spare a glance at his real child. Every word from his mouth was about Serena. I pulled out Lila’s scans to show him. He knocked them from my hands.