Bloodline Storyline Novels & Stories

“And when he spoke?” I swallowed hard. “It got stronger. Like he was pulling it out of me.” He exhaled slowly, his brow furrowing. “Aaron knows more than he’s saying.” “About me?” “About your bloodline,” Edward said. “There have been whispers for years about a line of wolves born with fire in their veins. A bloodline older than the Alphas. It was believed to have died out generations ago.” My stomach turned cold. “And you think I’m—”

“What do you mean, more?” He tilted his head slightly, as if considering her question. "You think you're just a regular girl, don't you?" He chuckled darkly. "That your life ended when your parents disappeared, that you were just some orphan scraping by. But you're wrong, Karina. You're more than that. You're part of a bloodline—a very important one." Her heart stuttered in her chest. *Bloodline?* What was he talking about? "Your parents," he continued, as if reading her thoughts, "they weren’t just some random casualties of debt collectors. They were part of something much larger. And now, you’re tied to it too. Whether you like it or not."

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.

My name is Lucar Vale, Alpha of the SilverClaw Pack the strongest bloodline in the entire Northern Region. Strength wasn’t something I prayed for. It was forced into my bones. My mother died in the Great War killed right in front of me by rogues who wanted our land, our bloodline, our power. I was just sixteen. Her death carved something vicious into me. A hunger to protect. A fury that never fully sleeps. People say an Alpha’s power is tied to emotion.

Aylin responds, cocking her head slightly and studying him. I bite my cheeks and force back the hint of possessiveness that comes over me; seriously, why didn't anyone warn me about how stupid this mate bond could be? Thankfully, no one but Roman, who gently squeezes my leg under the table, seems to notice. "My bloodline is rather unique. Our demon heritage was…artificially blended into our DNA," he says "Alpha Roman's bloodline is blessed by Haures," my father cuts in nonchalantly. My sister raises her eyebrows.

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

The air around the stone seemed to thrum with a heavy, charged energy that was hard to ignore. “Bloodline theft?” I said, reading the message out loud, trying to maintain my composure. “What does that even mean? I didn’t take anything—it’s not like I chose to be born.” “It means they’re accusing you just for existing,” Jake said grimly. “You were born to Elena Reyes, and they see your blood as stolen property belonging to the Blackthorns.” “That’s ridiculous,” I protested. “How can you punish someone for who their parents are?”

His response was to crush my fingers underfoot and hiss, "If you hadn't been so greedy for the inheritance, Ethan and the others wouldn't have gone out that night, and they wouldn't have died in that crash! "I've put up with you all this time just to see you pay for what you've done to Ethan and the rest!" In the end, Dad beat me to death. My body was contorted into a terracotta figure, eternally bowing down at the graves of my half-siblings. As I remembered the pain from my last moments in that previous life, I clenched my fists.

His hands shook slightly, though he tried to mask it by clasping them behind his back. “My Alpha,” he began, voice trembling just enough for me to notice, “with your… declaration tonight, what becomes of the one you were betrothed to?” All eyes shifted toward my mother, then back to me. The elder swallowed hard. “And how do you intend to handle the consequences of this… this shift in alliances?” The hall waited, silent, breathless, on the edge of chaos. Arianna was beside me, probably also waiting for what I was going to say.

“Little Xena, requesting a meeting with me. A bold move. Who’s to say the Cambinos haven’t offered me a better deal already?” I smiled. Not the kind that softened, but the kind that promised dominance. I reached for the contract my father had prepared—one I had rewritten, refined, and perfected beyond contestation. He wouldn’t say no. He couldn’t. “Leonardo,” I said smoothly, “do recall that I disarmed six of your seven men and held you hostage for thirty minutes before my father called me back. Bold is hardly the word. We are securing safety—for our families, our legacy—with one simple decision. A marriage.”