Bloodline Storyline Novels & Stories

“But you do. You know what your father would do if he found out some girl dared to stain his legacy. And you know he wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep doing it.” Ethan didn’t speak. His silence was louder than any denial Alexandra took a small breath, letting her next words land slow and sharp. “Now...let’s talk about my father. He’s been looking for an excuse to remind everyone why bloodlines matters. She’d make a perfect example.” Her gaze burned. “So go ahead. Be noble. Be brave. Let her be the headline, the cautionary tale, the poor stupid girl who thought she could rewrite legacy with feelings.”

Ever since she arrived at Blackthorn, it hadn’t appeared and she would have preferred it that way, but now, she feared it won’t always be like that anymore. On her arm, she saw the lines again, like vines twisting and circling. It moved on its own and it had a glow of its own—a faint one. She raised her arm and watched it closely, not understanding what it was and why it chose her out of the billions of people alive. Or could it be that she wasn’t the only one? Like how she discovered that there are vampires and wolves in the school, could there be more out there? Even from her other school?

"There was once a bloodline that claimed direct descent from Selene." My pulse slowed. Not because I believed it. Because everyone knew that story. Children grew up hearing it. Most people considered it a myth. Lyra didn't. "The line vanished centuries ago." "That's what everyone believes." The way she said it made my stomach tighten. I remembered staring at her. Waiting. Then came the sentence I still couldn't stop thinking about. "Some bloodlines disappear because they die." She paused. Then smiled grimly. "And some disappear because somebody is trying very hard to make sure nobody finds them."

“Exiled into human society, where her children were born without the ability to shift, without the ability to be identified. But not without the bloodline.” “He put two ends of the same bloodline together,” I said, and heard my own voice from somewhere far away, the pieces assembling in my chest into something enormous and devastatingly logical all at once. “Your predecessor took the bloodline the Accord tried to erase three generations ago and engineered its return by making sure the two surviving branches found each other.”

Until now. His eyes opened. Slowly. A smile spread across his face. Not because of the girl's name. Not because of who she was. Because of what she carried. The blood. The old blood. Enough remained that he could feel it. Taste it. Recognize it. The Cantari line. A family that had disappeared before the final war. A bloodline he had never managed to track even in the height of his power. For generations they had hidden. And somehow they had survived.

Like a stone weighing heavily on me. "The cursed Bloodline? The ones that threatened the royal family, my ancestors?" I asked, trying to be sure we're on the same page. He nodded, "Exactly!" But he still did not lift his head from the book in front of his eyes. "Aren't they supposed to be like... Extinct? According to history, my grandfather killed them before they could even harm anyone from our bloodline." "Yet they managed to make their way into your sister’s and father’s dreams to avenge the death caused by your ancestors. And now, your their next target."

Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night. “They cursed our bloodline with their dying magic,” Darius continued. “A curse designed to destroy the Alpha line.” Kaelen shook his head. “That’s just a legend." “I believed the same thing,” Darius said quietly. “Until tonight.” He lifted his hand weakly. Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin. “The moment you left for the hunt… the sickness began.” Kaelen felt Ravok shift uneasily inside him. The forest, the wolf murmured.

I sit with that for a long moment. "Why are you telling me this now?" I ask. He looks at his hands again. "Because there is one more thing," he says. "Something I found in the oldest documentation. Something that predates my research by two centuries." He looks up. "The Nyther bloodline was not a natural evolution." I go completely still. "What?" "It was engineered," he says. "Two hundred years ago. By the first Bloodryn king." The world tilts slightly. "Say that again," I demand.

“Then tell me what I am.” Victor hesitated, then said the last thing I ever expected to hear. “You are the heir to the Lunar Bloodline.” The air in the cave seemed to vanish. Kael stiffened beside me. His fingers twitched, his mind working through what Victor had just said. I… I couldn’t process it. The Lunar Bloodline was a legend, a tale whispered in hushed voices. They were the first wolves, the ones closest to the moon’s power. They had been wiped out centuries ago.

“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.