Bloodline Season 3 Novels & Stories

"So far in the history of mankind, only three times have people on the surface faced dragons, and only one dragon has been slain. It was a Duke that killed the dragon. His family, the Greens, are one of those with bloodline skills. It is an art very powerful enough to separate the powerful families from the weak ones in the empire, an art strong enough for someone to reach the level of a Duke. There was only one person who could possess it in the family, and Evans Green is the only one with it." "I know the group that has arrived is their adventuring team, and I know you will face them soon, and you will not have any difficulty taking care of them, but I wish to remind you of one thing. In t

shall fall. Only together can they break the curse. Only together can they survive the storm to come. The final words hang in the air like thunder after lightning. The silence that follows is no longer stunned — it’s charged. Lucian’s eyes meet mine across the room. “Is this real?” he asks quietly. “Yes,” I whisper. “I think it is.” Malakar speaks next. “Three bloodlines. Three wolves, three hunters...” He looks from me to his brother, then back again. “That’s us. Isn’t it?”

He reads further. "THE BLOODLINE MUST BE PRESERVED." His heartbeat picks up at that. Bloodline? What bloodline? Then the next line hits him even harder, and makes him wonder what the hell is going on here. "THE FIRST VIABLE FEMALE HAS TO BE GIVEN AS PROMISED SEEING AS THE THIRDS HAVE NOT BEEN." Sage goes completely still at that. "No," he says. His eyes move over the sentence again. Slower this time and more carefully. He reads it slowly hoping for the words to change, but they don't change. They stay exactly the same.

Permanently. My heart pounded. What is the cost? He looked at me. His face was pale, his eyes dark. The bloodline, he said. The shadow is tied to Kaelen's blood. To destroy it, the bloodline must be offered. Every drop. Every wolf who carries it. My blood went cold. The crypt seemed to spin. That means Ravenna dies, Theron said. His voice was flat, but I felt the fury building beneath it. Not just her, Lysander said. All of us. The triplets carry Kaelen's blood too. We are his children. The ritual requires all four of us. Together.

That bloodline. Alice? She was a threat to that. She left him, but not quietly. She fled to Dominic Grey. A name whispered like a death sentence. No one challenged Dominic. Not even Christopher. Not when he had the black market, and the loyalty of entire cartels. A notorious scavenging felon willing to gut someone alive who accidentally stares at him. Alice gave birth to a girl, Jewel Grey. It was Dominic’s. But Christopher insanely wanted Alice. So instead of fighting to win her back, Christopher settled for what was left.

“You work for him?” “I worked for the Order before any of you were born.” She stepped closer, and the air warped around her like heat. “You think the bloodline began with wolves? You think this is about packs?” “Then what is it about?” “Balance.” The ground beneath me split slightly, faint lines glowing like magma. “I don’t believe you.” “You don’t have to.” Her gaze flicked to the horizon. “He’s alive. The bond would have broken if he wasn’t. You can still feel him, can’t you?”

Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night. “They cursed our bloodline with their dying magic,” Darius continued. “A curse designed to destroy the Alpha line.” Kaelen shook his head. “That’s just a legend." “I believed the same thing,” Darius said quietly. “Until tonight.” He lifted his hand weakly. Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin. “The moment you left for the hunt… the sickness began.” Kaelen felt Ravok shift uneasily inside him. The forest, the wolf murmured.

Something in my chest that has been in one position for eleven days shifts. "Vienna reported in this morning." He crosses to my desk. Sets down a single printed page with the deliberate care of someone who has thought carefully about how to deliver something. "Prague went dark yesterday. Lisbon haven't responded to three separate messages." He pauses. His voice doesn't change — he's too good for that — but something behind his eyes does. "The degradation pattern is consistent across all five bloodlines. Starts eleven days ago. Simultaneously." Another pause. "To the hour."