Bloodline Sheldon Novel Novels & Stories

"I am guessing you are a pure blooded vampire as well." "Yes... yes my prince." Raziel snaked his hand round her neck, not actually holding it tightly, but he gave the princess fright. "I come from a bloodline of powerful vampires my prince. We would be the perfect fit." She managed to say, and Raziel pressed on her neck a little. "You have heard about me right? I don't look back when killing my victims." He then looked straight at her as if he was referring to her, and the princess' heart skipped. "Your life is on the line here princess."

"You see, Vera is my ex-girlfriend. We had a beautiful past together. However, something happened to her in the Capital this time. She called me, begging for my help. I couldn't just ignore her." " I, Selena Habsburg, from the Habsburg lineage of the Shadow pack, reject you Williams Cobbler as my mate." I let out a low growl, but it wasn't me speaking. It was Meeka, my wolf. Confused, I closed my eyes, which had already transformed into a mesmerizing combination of white fur and blue eyes. I tried to calm Meeka down, never expecting her to reject Williams. Once she settled, I turned to face him, still able to see the shock on his face.

"Would you like to address that, Bianca?" I stood. Met his gaze. Then turned to the table. "I've been studying," I said. "Not that anyone at this table would recognize the word." Laughter. Some shocked. Some entertained. I smiled, but not with humor. "I've been tracing old alliances. Looking into the real bloodlines that shaped our family. And do you know what I've found?" Matteo shifted, uncomfortable. I tilted my head. "Rot. Hidden beneath silk." The room quieted.

Leonardo asked, his voice smooth, casual, but weighted with unspoken things. I exhaled, watching the city spread before us. “I prefer looking ahead.” He chuckled, stepping beside me, his gaze tracing the skyline before shifting toward me instead. “And what do you see when you look ahead, Xena?” I turned slightly, meeting his stare, watching the way he studied me now—not just as an ally, not just as his equal, but as something more. “Something new.” Leonardo set his glass down, his fingers grazing the stone railing near mine, close but not yet touching. “And does that make you uneasy?”

“And who you might become. Dorian’s tenure is ending and if you are to be selected, Lucien, we might have a problem on our hands with anomalous persons. I want to know that you will make the right call regarding these creatures.” “What’s the right call?” Eirene asked, earning a snicker from Raoul. “Watch her tomorrow. If she’s nothing, we move on. But if she’s something…” Isolde nodded coldly. “Then she must be archived before she becomes a real threat. That is how we protect our bloodlines, Lucien.” Lucien’s jaw tightened but he nodded. “Understood.”

I said, my tone fierce enough to make her flinch. I took another step forward, desperate now. “Listen to me. Everything I’ve done, every lie, every secret, it was to protect you. Because your bloodline… it isn’t ordinary. You aren’t just another woman who happened to catch my attention. You are tied to something far older, far darker than either of us.” She went very still. “My bloodline,” she repeated slowly, like the words were foreign on her tongue. I nodded once, grimly. “The Blackwood prophecy.”

“Oh come on, it will be fun right when you know you cannot stop from kissing me back and would like to go deeper—“ “Okay, I think I have my deal of this,” I said before I was putting the syringe to his vein. I pushed it through his skin as Aaron gasped. I did not think it would hurt him but I guess he was a human after all. I pulled the syringe before the blood was filling the syringe. It was blueish red that gave the name of blue blood. It was not like abalone but it was considered blue. “Now, that’s settled. Time for the payment of my sample,” he said before I was putting my hands on his chest. I did not move it but somehow it was moving on their own.

"No… No, this is impossible. She's not supposed to be the one to birth black-finned mer-babies… It should've been me! She's with Reginald… There's no way she could give birth to black-fins. It should've been red-finned trash!" One of the concubines recently brought in for Sheldon sneered at her, full of disdain. "What an idiot. She can't even carry properly and still has the nerve to curse Princess Celine?" Even Sheldon's face looked ugly. He had long been preparing to fight for the crown prince title, and he had believed Caroline when she swore she had rare, superior breeding potential—that she would carry black-finned heirs. After five red-finned children, all he earned was ridicule. Givin

"She's dead, Mr. Jackson! She died from excessive blood loss because you refused to transfer the blood that could have saved her to our hospital." Sheldon felt like he had been struck by lightning. He staggered back a few steps and only managed to stay on his feet by leaning against the wall. "That's impossible… What about the blood in the blood bank?" "You transferred all the stock in the blood bank away for your sister-in-law. Where were we going to get more blood to save your wife?" The head nurse walked over to them and pinned Sheldon with a glacial look. "You snuffed out her last chance of survival with your own two hands. So why are you here pretending to be devastated about it?"

Sheldon said, “It is hard to earn money. I managed to save up three hundred Originiums, but I bought a fake airship. What a scam! I have to go back and settle accounts with Claude later.” The closer the airship was to the Northern Wolf Star, the hotter it became. Sheldon was sweating profusely. He wrapped himself with the spiritual energy to ward off the heat assailing him. Once he turned around, he noticed that Alex did not seem to feel anything. “Blaze, aren’t you afraid of heat?” he couldn't help but exclaim. “Oh. I have been a fire-attributed cultivator since the beginning, so I am relatively heat-resistant.” “I see.”