Bloodline Resort Novels & Stories

Kamilla whispered to Jean. "Yeah, obviously they have already found something to keep them entertained," Jean says, shaking her head. "I guess we are on our own to explore. The guys are already preoccupied" Kamilla hold onto Jean's arm as they made a turn towards the pool area. "It is magnificent here" Kamilla whispered in awe. Luxury screams from every direction she looks. "The resort is the most recent Petrov partnership with the Wright Group of Companies. It is only been available to the public for three years," Jean says.

She could feel that Richard would not do something harmful and fatal to her. “May I ask you?” She caught sight of Richard. That man lifted his eyebrows and he seemed to scorch as the breeze blew his face. “What?” Sonya turned her head to him. “For whom are those services that The Mansion Resort provide?” She put a serious stare at Richard. Richard sniffed. “Why do you ask about it?” Sonya turned her sight around before staring at Richard again. “All the corners of this place, this resort, are surrounded by vampires.”

"About the future." Alpha Alexander nodded. "Indeed. With the next full moon approaching, it seems appropriate to begin formalizing arrangements." Ethan tensed. He knew exactly where this was heading "Alexandra will be coming of age," Alpha Jackson continued. "A perfect age for a Luna, would you not agree?" "The Laurent and Moreau bloodlines have always been strong allies," Alpha Alexander said, looking directly at Ethan. "A union would only strengthen both packs." “The Moreau line has produced exceptional Lunas for generations," Alpha Jackson added, placing his hand briefly on his wife's shoulder. Luna Beatrice smiled on cue, the perfect example of what they all expected Alexandra to become

Just like that, I was financially free. Sometimes, I caught updates on them through the news. Emma, worn down by stress and constant travel, collapsed. After her attempted murder, her family abandoned her. No one was willing to source the rare blood she needed. Before long, she was gone. Vincent was cut off from the Arnault inheritance. He built his own company and dedicated himself to helping patients with rare blood types. Facing the cameras, he said, "I made a lot of mistakes. I want to spend the rest of my life making up for them. I hope the person I love finds happiness."

Her voice is bubbling, like she’s trying to capture every joy of the moment before it slips away. I scoff lightly. “Not like you can’t always just go to a resort.” Her smile deepens, but her tone turns serious. “Come on, Lila. This resort isn’t just any place. This is one of Ashbourne Group’s properties. Do you know what that means? No casual staff like us ever gets to sleep in these rooms or eat at these restaurants. Opportunities like this don’t come twice. And tonight, being able to also join the international event here? That’s beyond anything we could’ve imagined.”

He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword. “B-behold, a sword that d-drains the blood of anyone who s-tands against it.” The globin revealed its potential. “And it goes for five thousand gold coins.” Lord Orc raised his hand, his armpit sprouting with overgrown hair. “Five thousand gold coins!” Another brute voice rose from the back. “Six thousand gold coins!” “I have eight thousand!” Someone growled behind Aetherion, startling the young king’s fearsome heart. Kaelric wasn't intimidated by tense power dynamics as fights never ensued during an auction—but a king's body would be found cold on his way back.

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

She read the proposal aloud, quietly, for Caspian. "The bloodline offers protection of routes, resolution of certain disputes beyond the settlement's capacity, and assistance in times of significant threat. In exchange the settlement grants access to agreed territories and the right of the bloodline to establish certain presences within and around the settlement, subject to the settlement's ongoing consent, which may be withdrawn if the bloodline fails to uphold its obligations." She held the page. "Subject to the settlement's ongoing consent," Caspian said. "Which may be withdrawn," she said.

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.”

"Or she must be expelled. Those are the only options. You know the Law. A female with the marker cannot roam free. She is a beacon. She calls the old things. The burned Mate cursed us—her bloodline is a summons." "She knows nothing of curses," I said. "Then teach her," Vira spoke for the first time. Her voice was neutral, clinical. "Mark her. Bind her. Make her Pack, and the curse is broken. The bloodline is contained. Or—" she paused, choosing her words with care, "—send her away. Beyond the territory. Let the River Clan have her, if they will. But she cannot stay here, unmarked and unprotected, with the full moon two nights away."