Bloodline Sibling Rivalry Novels & Stories

She had wanted us to visit during Samhain but I wasn't able to get Caden to do so. "A boy, it's always a boy. Alpha, beta, and gamma bloodlines almost always end up with a boy as their first born," Brody snorted. Caden nudged him as they both stood up to go back to their seats," Beta Orion wasn't the oldest of his bloodline! He has four sisters, three older and one younger. Just because Ace was born beta doesn't mean it was going to end up a male pup." "Gideon wants a daughter," I absentmindedly spoke, settling back into the couch.

Lenox reaches behind his back, and I prepare myself to jump in between if he's really planning to bring carnage upon the medical staff. His hand wraps around something hidden behind his back and stays there. "Do you have a family nurse? Children? A husband? Parents, siblings, fuck it, even distant relatives? Ah, who am I kidding; of course you do," Lenox steps closer and my breath hitches. "Of course you fucking do, but if you still refuse to get out of my way, you will lose it all. I'll track down every bit, even that you don't know of, that relates to your bloodline and wipe it completely. But don't worry, I won't kill you just yet. I will, but not now. No, baby, you'll watch it all. You'l

“She’s terrifying!” Hero said. “That doesn’t seem like Zayne! He’s possessed by his father’s spirit!” Dylan exclaimed, earning a smack from Hero. “Damn! Bloodline really makes a difference! Look at him—Gray lineage, the sharpest in business, while Claire’s lineage carries noble blood and excels in combat!” The two fell silent when Zekiel shot them a glare, so they quietly followed him to the hideout. When they arrived, the child reached up to his father.

I tapped the page “they’re not standard. Someone was looking for something specific.” Adrian’s throat worked as he swallowed. “What?” I lowered my voice. “A bloodline.” The word seemed to suck. Adrian shook his head, standing so fast his chair scraped against the floor. “No. No, that’s insane. She’s just my sister ” “Your half-sister,” I cut in. He froze.

The sheer amount of vitriol packed into her words is enough to send shivers down my spine. I blink. “I don’t–I don’t know what you’re talking about–” I begin, stammering. She rolls her eyes. “Oh, please. I saw the way you were looking at those baby clothes. It doesn’t even matter if you’re really carrying his child anyways–my heir will be the one chosen by the Moon Goddess!” My breath catches. I have no idea what I could even say to her. What if… what if she’s right? Alpha bloodlines are complicated things. In our world, only one child from an Alpha couple can inherit the purist Alpha bloodline. Even full biological siblings born from the same parents can have noticeable bloodline difference

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

Historical accounts of children born of opposing lines— of conquerors and the conquered, of blood spilled and blood joined. One line lodged itself into my chest like a blade this time… ‘When bloodlines clash, the child becomes either a bridge… or a war.’ This line somewhat reminded me of what seer had said. Specifically, the words, bloodline and bridge. I closed the record with a loud thud. Confusion rippled within me like a dagger scraping against my chest. For the first time in my life, I was not afraid of what I had inherited. I was afraid of what I might have created…

I asked. “No, the plan was to produce a daughter from that bloodline and offer her instead.” “But it didn’t work.” I sighed, he really tried his best and made efforts but he did it in a wrong way. “What happened?” Father looked back at me. “It was a son.” “A brother.” I whispered. “I have another brother.” I said to myself.” A thought hit me. “Is there anyone left in Ischavor’s lineage?” I asked. I could ruin his entire lineage, what a perfect way to revenge.

“The markings… they aren’t just Blackridge. They’re old Blackridge. Ancient. No one outside that lineage could carve it with such precision. Not even Rowan’s allies.” The Warrior’s presence flared, a pulse of energy that reverberated through my mind. “Correct. The blood is familiar, even to me. And the title… the Heir… is unspoken. Until now.” I exhaled slowly, trying to steady the racing of my heart. The realization hit me in waves: Rowan had a brother, a sibling I had never known about, whose blood now coursed in a new generation—the Heir. And somehow, in ways I couldn’t yet grasp, I was connected to them. Connected by blood, by power, and by the pack.

They were previously seven in number but reduced to five. There’s Tina—Andrew’s venomous girlfriend. Dave—his ever-loyal best friend. Frederick— the quiet brute. Ava—don’t let the smile fool you. She’s cold. They’re all always together and always bullying like they have nothing better to do with their lives. The Bloodline had existed for seven generations in this school. With each generation came a new heir, a new group of successors destined to carry on the legacy. Cilia and I? We were heirs too—by blood. But when our older siblings left, we were automatically removed from the heir.