Bloodline Resort Novels & Stories

She didn't have much choice now. The massive building towered above her, oddly welcoming with its wood-clad exterior and enormous glass windows. A puff of smoke trailed out of the chimney in the centre of the roof, the sweet smell of burning wood filling her nose. She knew the unassuming cabin look was backed up with state-of-the-art protection, including steel shutters and alarms in case of attack from a rival pack. Honestly, the chances of that happening in a place like Bridgewater was pretty much zero, but it was still an excellent deterrent.

This time, i didn't wait for him to finish speaking, "If you go find her now, then we are done." My slightly voice was firm and decisive. Although I like him as my mate and am happy to marry him, it doesn't mean that he can ignore our wedding.. Respect for others cannot be subordinated to love or mate bond. "When I return, we can discuss all topics." "No need for that." I gulped and then continued, "I Selena Habsburg, the offspring of the Habsburg lineage of the Shadow pack, hereby reject..." Before I could finish my statement, William glanced at me with an icy eyes.

One book called to her—a black leather volume with no title. She opened it. Inside were symbols. Runes. Sketches of the mark that now lived on her skin. And a name: Virel. The bloodline cursed by fate. Her breath caught. There were drawings of rituals, of bonds sealed by blood, of lovers bound and torn apart by destiny. Each page seemed to hum with power, and as she turned them, her mark began to burn. “You weren’t supposed to find that,” said a voice behind her. She spun.

“She’s good for him and he’s good for her.” “Just tell Arya not to call me ‘daddy’,” Hudson said. “Fuck, Hudson,” Gage said, but his lips curled up in a smile. The conversation turned back to the Chinese, their locations, safe houses that we’d discovered and their main source of income, which were drugs. Between Wrath and Hamil, they’d gotten us a shitload of information we needed to work through. We would strike back, here in the city, in Briarwood and the surrounding areas and anywhere else they tried to hide. We were going to eliminate an entire bloodline, like Dominic had done with the Italian Mafia 23 years earlier.

There was another rather long silence that followed until we got home. The drive stayed quiet until the tall iron gates of Shadowcrest came into view. They were huge and dark, with the mark of our pack carved across them, a crescent moon over a wolf’s shadow. As we got closer, the gates opened slowly on their own, like they knew who was coming. The driveway shimmered with rain, lined with torches that burned softly against the mist. The light bounced off the wet stones, showing the way to the mansion. On both sides, tall black pine trees stood like guards, their branches swaying under the storm.

When it was Olivia’s turn, her bloodline manifested as a rare silver-white glow, carrying a naturally soothing resonance that gradually calmed the blood of everyone around her. Mother pulled her into her arms and called her the family’s treasure. Not wanting to disappoint them,I stepped onto the Awakening platform full of hope. But when my bloodline responded—everyone fell silent. My manifestation was painfully ordinary. No phenomenon. No rare traits. Only the most basic blood resonance,so common it could be lost among the rest of the Coven without notice.

She thought of the sterile laboratory she had seen in her dreams, the cold tables, and the sharp needles. "And there’s more," Rowan continued, his finger scrolling through the data. "He’s not alone. He has Elder Malrec with him. The Council has officially authorized a 'Bloodline Purge.' They aren't just coming for you and the baby. They are coming to level this entire mountain so the Silver lineage never rises again." The clearing went silent. Even the outcasts, who had been practicing their strikes nearby, stopped to listen. The news traveled through the camp like a cold shiver.

"Checkpoints are working, the perimeter is secure, and quick-response troops are in place. The theater has been cleaned three times in the last hour. Are guests arriving? Starting in two hours. First, vampire nobles; then, witch elders; and finally, human leaders. Couples who are bonded come last, just before the ceremony starts. Why last? Sera asked. Matthias stated, "If there's going to be an attack during arrivals, it's better that it hits regular attendees than the people who represent the whole treaty." "There's no need to take unnecessary risks with the bonded couples."

he sighed, a sound of genuine, disappointed resignation. He pressed down. The blade tore into the flesh of my left forearm. A gasp of pure, unadulterated agony tore from my throat, my body violently jerking against the heavy metal chair. The thick leather straps bit mercilessly into my wrists and chest, holding me pinned, offering no escape from the searing heat of the blade. Hot, crimson blood began to well up from the deep, clean line he had drawn, spilling over my skin and dripping slowly, rhythmically, onto the pristine white tile floor. In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black.

The guys. And me. I stand at the head of the table beside Liam because this is my life they're negotiating. Hale speaks first. "The Bloodline Project is a threat to every natural pack. Serum wolves destabilize the balance the Moon Goddess designed. I want them destroyed. Completely. I'm offering fifty warriors and full tactical support." "Your terms?" Liam asks. "Access to Dr. Sera's research on neutralizing the serum. If we're going to fight this war, we need to understand how to cure the wolves who were dosed against their will."