Bloodline Resort Novels & Stories

Aurora leaned into her, trembling slightly but resolute. “We don’t run,” Sophia said quietly, voice steady. “We make tonight the one they’ll never forget.” They announced the stream immediately: “Bloodline Last Stand.” By the time the cameras went live, over 11 million viewers had flooded in. The sanctuary was packed with nearly twenty family members — cousins, second cousins, all consenting adults of the bloodline. The air was thick and heavy with the scent of warm oil, sweet leaking milk, sweat, and raw, collective arousal. Crimson lights pulsed like a heartbeat.

"We are not going to die. We are going to reinforce that prison, stop Dr. Torres, and then I am taking you on a real vacation where nobody tries to steal your abilities or summon ancient gods." "That sounds perfect. Where are we going?" "Somewhere tropical with beaches and absolutely no magical threats. I am thinking somewhere humans vacation, where the biggest danger is sunburn." Despite my fear, I smiled at the image of Owen and me lying on a beach without a care in the world. It seemed impossibly far away, but maybe if we survived today, it could become real. The bloodline representatives began gathering at coalition headquarters around nine in the morning, each one accompanied by family

0-0-0-1. Green light. The safe clicked open. I pulled the heavy door back. Inside there was no money. There was only a single thick leather binder. I pulled it out. I opened it on the desk. My blood ran cold. The title page read: PROJECT GENESIS: The Resurrection of the Primal Bloodline. I flipped the pages. There were photos. horrific photos. Men strapped to tables. Women hooked up to machines. They were trying to create a super-wolf. An Alpha who could shift without pain. An Alpha who had no human weakness.

“I have men with clear shots. The girl is pregnant, is she not? Tell me the deal or I start making examples.” Mabella kept her voice steady. “You want the Ruby? Then you will earn it. I was offering my mother a trade. The stone for information only I hold about the Ashborne bloodline. Break in here with threats and you risk losing everything we both want. Back off and we can talk like people who want to survive this.” The stranger paused. “Ashborne bloodline? You expect me to believe you hold real secrets about the missing heir?” “I can prove it,” Mabella said. “Ask me something specific. Something only true blood knowledge would contain. If I answer right you will know I am worth listening

But, being forced to abandon by some other people was not fair. “There are things I have not yet told you about the resort.” “Yeah, I suspected so. Let me guess, they’re not good things.” Hannah shook her head. “That’s right, but I need this. This is the only thing that connects us to our father.” I sighed. “What’s wrong with that resort? Why was it closed all those years ago? Were people killed in it? Those bones, were they human?” “I will tell you,” she said, standing up. “I will narrate everything to you and Emmett at the same time. Let me first shower. I’m hungry.”

The two pupils in Wang Ji's eyes changed color from black to reddish-orange with the shape of a blazing flame. “Brother Zhou, Bloodline is a term for someone who still has the bloodline of a clan. As we know, a group is called a Clan because they share the same bloodline. A Blood Line will allow someone to have certain abilities without going through a training process. Yes, because this ability just flows in their bloodstream.”

"Don’t waste money on me." Byan chuckled. "It’s not a waste. Not really. This resort belongs to my family, Kia. I also invested here, so it’s a shareholders' privilege to book the whole place if necessary—provided it’s reserved far enough in advance." Kia was stunned by Byan’s casual explanation. "So this luxurious resort belongs to your family?" "Technically, it’s mine too," Byan replied. Kia nodded slowly, still feeling disoriented by the real Byan. Byan, who wasn’t a bartender and certainly wasn’t a gigolo.

“Before Nightbane. Before Silver Creek. Before the packs divided themselves into separate territories.” She stepped toward the cracked altar slowly, her fingers brushing across ancient markings etched into the stone. “There were once two ruling bloodlines,” she continued. “One carried authority strong enough to command wolves. The other carried the ability to strengthen and stabilize that power.” My stomach tightened. I already knew where this was going. Seris looked at me. “Silver Creek descended from one line,” she said softly. Then her gaze shifted toward Kael. “Nightbane descended from the other.” Silence filled the chamber again.

All I knew was that when I was at my parents' place, I was completely devastated and needed to get away from there as soon as possible before I do things I would regret. Not having a particular place in mind, I waved for a taxi and told the driver to keep driving until I told him to stop at the entrance of the hotel when I spotted it up ahead. I paid the driver and got out of the car. Though I was heartbroken, I could not ignore the beauty of the resort. It was just too breathtaking. On getting off the cab, I went directly to the entrance where a full-body checkpoint was done before granting me entrance to the hotel. On entering it, my sight was flooded with the beautiful interior décor, and

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.