Bloodline Sibling Rivalry Novels & Stories

Damon’s voice cut in sharply. “He is an infant.” Cassian chuckled. “Not exactly.” A chill crawled along my spine. “What are you saying?” I asked quietly. Cassian paused. Then he spoke slowly. “This child carries two bloodlines that have been enemies for generations.” My mind froze. “What?” Lucian went completely still. Damon sounded furious. “You are lying.” Cassian ignored him. “The Vale bloodline,” he continued calmly, “and the Hale Alpha line.” My breathing hitched.

The figure lunged. Instinct kicked in. Evelyn’s hands flared with crimson light, her bloodline power igniting. The figure screamed, dissipating into smoke. Her breath hitched. She had done it. But the Labyrinth was merciless. Another shadow appeared, and then another, each feeding on her fear, forcing her to harness her power with precision. She realized quickly that brute strength alone wouldn’t work; she had to understand the rhythm of her bloodline, the flow of energy that Lucien had hinted at, and the grounding presence of Elias.

“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.

Then Jaxon breaks it. “I wonder,” he says slowly, his gaze fixed on the dark horizon, “how Jace really felt when he shot his biological brother ten times in the head.” He doesn’t look at me. “Must’ve been… morally consummated. You don’t walk away from that unchanged.” I turn my head toward him, studying his profile in the dim light. The thought sticks in my mind like a shard—Jace choosing connection over blood. In our world, that’s rare. Dangerous.

" I couldn’t stop the tears now. They spilled hot down my cheeks, mixing with the grime and dried blood. “Why? We grew up together. We shared a room. You were my sister…” “I was never your sister,” she spat, voice laced with venom that made my skin crawl. “I was the shadow you cast. The one no one saw because you were always shining so damn bright. And now look at you.” Her gaze dropped to my stomach, lingering there with something dark and hungry that twisted my insides. “Carrying their heir. Pure Lynix and Goldmoon blood from the start. Jade would be very excited about that, you know. Once you’re gone, the child can be raised properly. Molded. Used.”

"The Hill line produced two sons of nearly equal strength. If they ran as a unified pair, their combined howl would shake the city. But if they turn their fangs toward each other... then we are the ones who feast on the spoils of their conflict." The assistant’s eyes ignited with a sudden, predatory understanding. "Master, your wisdom is unparalleled. Those two scions were nursed by different mothers; their blood-bond is thin and brittle. With a few well-placed scents of betrayal, we can turn their brotherhood into a blood-feud."

“I had patiently waited for a perfect time to strike but it never came until you murdered Alisha. I had to use Braun’s hatred for you killing his sister against you. I was going to take everything from you, just like you took everything from me!” “You killed my son!” Gamma Rhea burst out. “Your greed cost me my son's life. He was killed in the fight. You deserve to die. I’d kill you before Alpha Jake does.” She burst into tears and pounced on me. Chaos erupted in the room with each member airing out their grievances.

“Tonight, under the blood moon, we witness the passing of power. Alpha Alexander Laurent, step forward.” Alpha Alexander approached the altar. In his hand was the ceremonial dagger—the same blade used by his father “I, Alexander Laurent, Alpha of the Silverthorn Pack, renounce my title and pass it to my son, my blood, my successor.” He sliced his palm and let his blood fall on the stone. “By blood and moon, I release my hold.” The ground itself seemed to hum as the blood moon overheard pulsed brighter. “Ethan Laurent,” Sage said, “step forward and claim your birthright.”

Jasper laughed and I smiled. Do I really want this? Even if I didn’t, this is what fate wants for me. Finding my blue blood partner. Well, this was someone that our lives are both in danger because of our lineage. “I want a sister too. Daddy, can you and mummy bring me a baby sister?” Jasper looked at Ralph and then looked at me. “Oh, goddess,” I muttered and hushed him. That was awkward. Baby sister, my foot. “But wait, how is this possible?” I went back to the initial confusion that lingered in my heart.

I knew— A memory flashed. A hospital corridor. My father arguing with someone. A needle, a room, a man’s voice. Then darkness. I staggered. Adrian caught me. What happened? I pushed his hands away. Don’t touch me. His expression hurt. Why? Because I don’t know you anymore. My sister watched us. That’s what they did to you. Who? She didn’t answer. I grabbed her arm. Where is Noah? She pulled away. You’re asking the wrong question. Then tell me the right one. She looked at Adrian. Ask him why your father needed his blood. Adrian went completely still. My breath caught. His blood? What are you talking about? My sister smiled. Now we’re getting somewhere. Adrian grabbed her wrist. Enough of the