Bloodline Sheldon Novel Novels & Stories

There, in her father’s precise handwriting: > “The bloodline must remain unbroken. If she survives the shift, she’ll be stronger than either of us.” Evelyn’s chest tightened. The air felt suddenly heavier like the room itself was pressing in on her. She reread the note three times. “The bloodline.” “The shift.” “Stronger.” . Evelyn had no idea what the shift meant. But it was clear now: her father had been investigating them. All of them. Damian. Her mother. Rhodes. And somehow, her life had been part of the plan.

Sheldon fell into silent contemplation, marveling at the twists of fate. Some people, whom you would consider your closest kin, could turn out to be merely using you. And others, who you'd think were just passing acquaintances, could become irreplaceable parts of your life. Lyla noticed that Sheldon's mood seemed to improve, so she sat down beside him and asked, "You remember, don't you? It was snowing heavily like this that day. I was being chased by a group of people and nearly got caught and sold. Thanks to you, I managed to escape."

He softened immediately as he said earnestly, “Although the few prestigious and influential families in Eastcliff have been fighting for so many decades, everyone has always retained some sort of basic respect for one another. Although I founded the Anti-Wade Alliance back then, I have never done anything to threaten your parents’ personal safety. So, why are you ambushing me to kidnap me now?” Charlie asked coldly, “Are you dead?” Sheldon had a startled look on his face as he asked, “What do you mean?” Charlie asked again, “I’m asking you, are you dead now?” Sheldon snorted coldly as he said, “What a joke! If I’m dead, is the person standing in front of you now simply a ghost, then?”

Chapter 6: The Price of Power Karina stood at the center of the dimly lit chamber, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. Her fingers tingled with the strange, foreign power that surged beneath her skin. The bloodline—her blood—was the key to something far darker than she had imagined. But the deeper she felt into it, the clearer it became: this wasn’t just a ritual. This was a war—one that would cost her everything, but one she could win.

she replied angrily. Benedict looked at her surprised cause she has never spoken back to him before. She has always been quiet no matter how he and Sheila bullied her. It seems like it’s another lady standing in front of him. Where is the Sharon he knew ? He chuckled and retorted,“ I seem to have forgotten that you got yourself a rich boyfriend. Are you gonna run to him for help now that you have no job? Aren’t you scared that he might dump you.” Sharon look at him angrily and spat out,“ He’s not as unreliable as you!” She can tolerate anything against her but she won’t tolerate a single bad word said against Aiden.

Julianne stared down, deep in her own thoughts with her legs crossed on Marianne’s bed. She recalled the earlier encounter at the boy’s dormitory and she felt a cold chill run through her, causing goosebumps on her skin. At least she had thought Cassian was still somewhere close to good, because they shared a secret, but turns out that he is just like every of the others out there…another version of Shane. It’s only after they get what they want that they dispose someone off, not caring about what happens after and not caring the consequences of their actions. It’s sad.

"I'll do as you say, Dad. But don't be too upset. I'm sure that we will get revenge on Black Bjorn's behalf very soon." Then, Sheldon ordered his men to carry away Black Bjorn's body and feed him to the dogs before respectfully excusing himself from the penthouse. It wasn't until Sheldon was out of the room that he finally let out a huge breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He also noticed that his forehead was covered in beads of cold sweat. He'd only just spent a short amount of time with Benedict, and yet, it had already left him feeling completely exhausted. It also made him feel very uncomfortable.

“Aleta?” Damon nodded slowly. “She came into the Shadow Lands because of him. I thought she might heal what was broken, guide him and his mate to another child. But when she revealed that a cruse lay dormant in his bloodline until him—that he could not conceive—it unraveled everything. Varos learned Soren wasn’t truly his. And that knowledge drove him mad.” Evelyn’s throat closed. The words hung between them, heavy with tragedy. She could almost see it, the proud man cracking apart under betrayal, the wolf in him breaking loose.

It was a web of deceit, and right now, the spider sitting in the center felt remarkably incompetent. The plan had been elegant in its conception. Thallium. The poison of the intellect. It mimics a dozen natural illnesses. It strips the victim of their hair, their strength, their mind, until they are nothing but a husk. It was poetic justice for a boy whose very existence was an insult to the purity of the bloodline. But the execution... the execution had been sloppy. The figure tapped the ash onto the floor, indifferent to the mess. I hesitated, they thought, their fingers twitching. I was afraid.

“Shane, you shouldn’t have done that.” I paused immediately, turning to her in disbelief. “What do you mean? Should I have just let you die?” “Yes,” Nina nodded, her eyes moist. “ Because now, you have killed us all.” With a frown, I turned away from her, heading to my room. “Wake Abigail up and start packing,” I said with a note of finality. “We aren’t dead yet.” Nina tapped Abigail awake, who lay fast asleep in a corner, unaware that our world was about to end.