Bloodline Sibling Rivalry Novels & Stories

"And it doesn't stop with us! Did you see the way father looked at him? The way our own father stepped in? That wasn't parental protection. That wasn't even a future stepson dynamic. That was a territorial, possessive-as-hell Alpha claiming his mate." A bitter taste flooded my mouth. The competitive instinct... the primal, ugly voice in the back of my mind that demanded I dominate, that whispered mine, had flared up the second Augustus had stepped into that room. I could stomach the idea of fighting Evander for supremacy; sibling rivalry was in our blood, a brutal game we’d played since we could walk. But fighting our own father? For Caleb? The thought made my stomach churn with a sickening

“You’re not a pack Alpha. Thornhollow voted you out on the sixth. Ronan sent an observer.” His mouth opens and closes. “Then as your brother.” “That’s the other thing I wanted to ask you about,” I say. Something shifts in his face. “Isen says the bloodline runs mother to child,” I say. “Every time, no exceptions. So either it’s in you as well, and they’ve spent six years paying for the wrong sibling, or you and I never had the same mother.” I put my hands on the bars. “And you called me distant family to an Alpha’s face on the very first afternoon, and it came out easier than any other lie you told that day.”

And he expected Finn to be able to beat us in a fight, and if he couldn’t, Finn had to train harder to prove he couldn’t be so easily defeated by his little brothers or someday usurped if Henrik or I wanted to challenge for the title. Yeah, I know, that last part is totally fucked. You’d question why our dad would even think Henrik or I would want to overthrow the line of succession. It’s not generally done, but according to Finn, it happened in other packs and generations ago. It happened in Ironfur when a younger brother wanted power and killed his brother to take it. So… yeah. Our dad based his mentality on something that happened forever ago between people that we aren’t.

“Sebastian, what are you asking this for?” Without waiting for Sebastian to reply, Zayn said, “Well, you don’t have siblings, so you also don’t understand this kind of relationship. I’ll explain it to you in this way. I treat Sabrina as if she is my biological younger sister. The kind where blood is thicker than water. I look like I’m afraid of you, right? However, if you dare to bully Sabrina, then I will fight you to death! If you were to point a gun at me and her, I will choose death, and I will leave the chance to live to her. It’s this kind of brother and sister relationship where blood is thicker than water.”

Poppy explained. “The first one seems more plausible than the second one because... you can’t tell anyone this, but the brothers have incestuous bloodlines,” Elodie added. “I kind of knew about that already,” I said. “How?” Poppy frowned. “Bran told me,” I replied. “So, this blood they have causes strange things to happen?” “Yes, yes. Like a malfunctioning mate bond,” Poppy said. Interesting. So this is technically not my fault. That’s good to know

"Bloodlines vary in nature and attribute. Most bloodlines differ from each other. However, children from the same family tend to develop the same abilities due to this very same bloodline. The thing about bloodlines is that when they develop in a family, that family will continue to possess the abilities pertaining to that bloodline even after countless millennia. Unfortunately, the amount of abilities or the power of the abilities that a descendent of a family bloodline can inherit will depend on the density of his or her bloodline. This is the normal bloodline awakening that I'm sure you are all aware of. The uncommon bloodline awakening is the fusion of two bloodlines- the new awakening.

“You said the fourth bloodline was inside her.” Caleb swallowed. “I said what I saw.” “That isn’t an explanation.” “I know.” I turned toward him. “Then explain it.” Caleb looked at me for several seconds before finally speaking. “The fourth bloodline wasn’t supposed to survive.” My stomach tightened. “Why?” “Because it wasn’t a family like the others.” Evelyn slowly moved toward the terminal. “It was a genetic branch,” she said. I stared at her. “A genetic branch?” She nodded. “An experimental bloodline created by combining genetic material from the four founding families.”

But their own family—their own blood—couldn't stand to see them prosper. My gaze settled on Mom, who was pressed against the wall as if trying to disappear into it. "Margaret and Thomas Tee, the alpha's younger brother and his mate. They watched from the shadows as Jonathan's pack grew stronger while their smaller branch pack remained insignificant. And they grew jealous. Bitter. Murderous." Tell them about the night it happened, Thalia urged. *"I can see it through the blood memory now that I'm fully awakened."* I closed my eyes for a moment, and suddenly I could see it—flashes of memory inherited through my bloodline, as clear as if I'd been there myself.

Her absolute refusal to show weakness. "I know." Her hand finds mine. Squeezes. "But if something happens to me..." "Nothing is happening to you." "Caleb. Listen." She turns to face me. Her green eyes serious. "If something happens, you protect Neah first. Not me. Her. She's the key to all of this. The Bloodline Project wants her blood. If they get it, everything we've fought for means nothing." "I'm not choosing between my mate and my sister."

A surge of blame rose within her; what was she expecting? Her father tortured her elder sister and mother all their lives; who was a mere servant that he would blink for? She swallowed the lump in her throat, turned around without another word, and walked away. The tears laced in her eyes were fighting hard to drop, but she was far more determined not to shed a drop for the monsters she shared blood with. *****