Bloodline Sheldon Novel Novels & Stories

Lord Sheldon asked just as a dagger entered his heart. We all gaped in horror after realizing he was dead. William was the culprit. He killed Lord Sheldon in cold blood. Did he know this shadow figure? Olga looked terrified as the stranger approached the high chair where Lord Sheldon's body was just thrown to the side like a mere morsel for the rats to feast on.

" Henry could feel it, too—an overwhelming surge of terrifying energy coursed through his body. Even his tough body could not withstand the pain. He feared that his newfound power might harm Lydia, so he carefully set her down and stepped back, focusing on guiding the energy within him. Despite Lydia's life gradually fading, Henry refused to give up. He was determined to save her, even as he absorbed the power of his bloodline while keeping his spiritual senses locked on her condition. However, her condition seemed to get more and more chaotic. Shane, still in shock, watched the scene unfold. The Dragon Bloodline he had casually mentioned was real and was fully awakened within Henry. Shane c

“This is pack business, Darin. The Salvator bloodline needs to show strength.” “Strength? From a bunch of wolves who care more about status than blood? Yeah, note my absence.” I hang up and toss the phone. Aiden and his "Thorne girl." I don't even know her name. Probably some social climber looking for a title. I don't care. In my world, the only thing that matters is how much whiskey it takes to forget that I’m stuck in a loop I didn't ask for. I need out. I need noise. I need skin that isn’t a memory.

The words are still ringing in my ears, like they followed me back from the dream. When I finished telling Mira, I saw fear flicker across her face. What is happening to her? Mira thought, her hands tightening around the edge of the tray she had brought. Humans don’t see this. Humans don’t hear this. Humans aren’t chosen by the wolves of prophecy… not like this. Her mind raced, flipping through every story she had ever been told about the Vale bloodline, about the SilverClaw line, about the ancient prophecies whispered among the elders. None of them had ever involved a human. None.

I flipped them open, skimming through the sterile lines of medical jargon until the words blurred. Blood type. DNA markers. Dates. And then— It hit me like a bullet to the skull. Ethan’s blood type doesn’t match my brother's. Not even close. Not even possible. I sank into the chair, my body trembling, my mind screaming. “If Ethan is not Damien then whose son is he? I whispered The truth is here. Sophie had lied. My wife—the woman I trusted, the woman I built a life with—had lied about something so colossal it could annihilate us all.

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

He roared, receiving a blasting tumult of cheer. “Next-t is a p-potion that guarantees life after d-death,” the globin spoke and the cheering seized, diverting the king's attention to the purple liquid sealed in an oval glass pendant. Deep murmurs followed the globin’s statement, suspicion arousing as a couple of furrowed brows scrutinized the liquid from their seats. Aetherion sat up, tapping his fingers against the armrest. Many believed the little creature to be mischievous and willing to do the unthinkable for a hefty bag of gold coins, however, he wasn't a liar.

The worst part, being claimed by the Alpha King in front of the entire world. The broadcast hadn’t moved an inch. The headline displayed on the screen still remained the same: “ALPHA KING, ALPHA RYDER CLAIMS UNKNOWN SHE-WOLF IN PUBLIC.” It was as if the universe was mocking me, rubbing it in my face over and over again. Behind me, the sheets rustled softly. Vivien shifted, then slowly pushed herself up, rubbing her eyes as she called my name. She blinked once… twice… then followed my gaze, and the second she realized what I was looking at, she rolled her eyes and folded her arms, irritation flashing across her face.

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."

"I used Silas’s personal credit card. I figured it was only fair. He owes me a million dollars, plus interest." As they walked toward the black ship, the air in Valletta seemed to vibrate with a new energy. The "Billionaire’s Blood Proxy" was over. The Architect’s War had begun.