Bloodline Resort Novels & Stories

“No. I won’t let him steal what’s mine.” “You mean ours,” my father says. My jaw tightens. “No. Mine.” Sebastian speaks, his voice rough. “Even if we expose Carlos, it won’t be enough. Not if the pack’s scared.” “Then we give them something to believe in,” I say. “Something stronger than fear.” “Like what?” my father asks. I hesitate. Then I say it. “Me.” They both look at me, surprised. “I’m done waiting for approval. Done playing by their rules. I’ll show them I’m worthy of the bloodline.”

“Head Elder Marcus, the surveillance crystal confirms it. Those who disrespected Miss Aria and attempted to defile the sacred relics belong to the local Alpha Ethan’s pack, his childhood friend Sophia, and these betas…” Sophia finally panicked. She looked to Ethan for help, her eyes filled with terror. “Ethan, say something! Doesn’t Aria always listen to you? Make her forgive us!” The betas were just as frantic, beads of sweat on their foreheads as they crowded around Ethan like a pack of lost dogs. “Yeah, Alpha Ethan, we only started the bloodline trial to prove Aria’s loyalty to you.” “And you never told us her family was so… so renowned. If we had known she was the descendant of Silver Wo

She bent close to the inked lines, eyes losing their surface sharpness and taking on the inward tilt Evelyn recognized as the beginning of a reading. “Moonsblood will ask a price,” Aleta said after a quiet minute. She kept her voice level, as if naming weather. “Not in blood, necessarily. But in truth. The man who called you will not accept victory if it comes too easily. He needs a story worth telling himself. You cannot change that. You can only refuse to be written in his evil script.” “We had planned for that,” Damon said.

I could smell his cologne expensive, sharp, familiar. "You’re insane," I said, reaching for the door. Before I could touch it, the door slammed shut. Two men stepped from the shadows, blocking the exit. Lorenzo leaned close, his voice deadly soft. "The games are over. You’re coming with me. You’ll live under my roof. Follow my rules. And give me my heir." "I'm not going anywhere," I snapped. "You destroyed my family." "And yet," he said, glancing at my stomach, "you carry my blood."

Paul's brow furrowed as he prepared to clear the air. "Our trust company always plays by the book. Mr. Smith's investment fell short of the 2.1 billion dollar mark, so by the letter of the law, that 1.8 billion isn't trust money–it's part of Smith Beverage Group's assets. "The rules are clear: only the Smith Group's heir can touch that cash, and that heir is Ms. Smith. She's the one and only rightful owner of the 1.8 billion." Ethan was floored, barely able to whisper, "No way! How on earth could Lily have access to that money?"

The rest of the table receiving the information adjacently. "The expression that came through today," my grandmother said to Bianca. "Is not Silver Queen channel function. Not network wolf function. Something specific to the Silvermoon bloodline in individuals who carry it at high concentration without being in the direct lineage of the Silver Queen manifestation." She paused. "The historical fragmentary records call it bloodline resonance amplification." She paused again. "Bianca's specific manifested expression amplifies Silvermoon bloodline resonance in proximity. When Bianca's expression is active and directed, the function's effectiveness in her range increases significantly." "She make

I say. "The bloodline isn't as extinct as everyone believes," he says. "Blood River has records going back further than Silver Crest's archive. There are surviving Silverborne descendants. Distant, Diluted." He meets my eyes. "But enough." "Enough to perform a modified anchor." "With the right preparation. Yes." I look at him. The shape of the offer is clean. Almost too clean. No bond sacrifice. No death. No standing at a threshold waiting for something ancient and hungry to take the most important thing in my life, Just a third option that nobody mentioned until now, which is exactly why I don't trust it. "What do you want?" I say.

Five people around a table being professionally thorough about a catastrophe that is, at its origin, a catastrophe of professional thoroughness. The Vein is explained to the room by Emre, which is how Sebastien has mentally named the man in the corner chair, because that's the name he signed the registration form with when the Folklore network confirmed he'd agreed to come. He explains it with the brisk clarity of someone who has explained it before, who knows which details are important and which are rabbit holes. The five bloodlines. The resonance architecture. The conduit function. The degradation timeline. He is selective here too, Sebastien can feel it, the specific quality of someone m

"Four moons ago, my border scouts hauled Carllo out of a rogue market. He was missing his right dewclaw, his mind was entirely wiped by silver-fever, and his facial structure matched the old lineage scrolls. My wolf went completely wild with the belief that Vanessa had returned from the dead, and I instantly summoned Vanessa's brother, Damon Hawthorne." "Damon?" Lanka gasps, his chest heaving against mine. "He pushed his wolf past the point of exhaustion, driving his hunting pack through a three-day blizzard to reach the Silverline Medical Center," I say, my voice turning gravelly as the memories claw at my throat. "He crashed his territory carriage into the ravine just outside the gates. Th

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. “Silver Rock’s heir.” Ben says in a respectful tone of voice, his eyes on me but directed at his father. “Yes, one and the same. Finally home.”