Bloodline System Novels & Stories

“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.

She looked down and saw that, at some point, both of their palms had been cut open. Blood welled out and merged, indistinguishable from one another. She instinctively tried to pull back, but Lucia held her fast. Those withered fingers carried unexpected strength. "Child, do not be afraid. Bloodline inheritance works much like a virus. It only requires the blending of blood," Lucia explained. Isolde stared at the mingled blood, an indescribable feeling stirring in her chest. 'Such a miraculous inheritance has been carried out so casually? It even resembles… an HIV infection?' Another thought flashed through her mind. 'Is that why she had insisted on checking Aurelia's bloodline? Had a previou

“You cannot finish what you cannot see.” The cost is written clearly at the bottom in my own hand. Irreversible without full dismantling. Good. I lean back and stare at the ceiling, and my jaw tightens when her face comes to mind, soft and calm and wrong in every way that matters. That bloodline has always been a problem. Always slipping through rules and systems like water through cracks. They survive when they should not, and they inspire loyalty without earning it, and men ruin themselves trying to protect them. Her mother did it first. Quiet. Smiling. Poison under skin.

Bloodline power was the only vessel that could contain ancestral skills and divine techniques of major families that had ascended to the higher realm. It was unmatched by sacred lands in Southsky, Midland and other regions. Though some founders of sacred land sects succeeded in becoming a celestial, it was essentially not possible to pass down their bloodline's power.

“Hmm, mum you've always said that I'm special because I'm your only child and you and dad loves me so much” “Mmm, but that's not all, in our bloodline we can only give birth to one offspring, and right now you're the last of our bloodline, you're the last she Amy” “Okay mum but what does that mean, does it mean that I'm going to give both to one offspring too?” “This time it depends on who you end up with, I think a bloodline of an Alpha can change that but not every Alpha bloodline can change it” “But why mum, why does our bloodline always give birth to one offspring?”

“Your mother and I come from an ancient bloodline that has never been tainted with the blood of a lesser lineage. It is an extensive process to marry into our clan." "One must not only be born into the right family, but they must also complete a medical screening, at which time blood is taken and examined for compatibility. Our bloodline enjoys the benefit of being immune to poison. This is the one thing that is scrutinized when the blood is drawn." “We are not allowed to have children with bloodlines that dilute this favor in our blood. Your mother has always been stubborn and refused to get the analysis performed when she started a relationship with your father. Before our parents could fo

Here’s a simpler version: “He shows you what exists inside the origin point,” she said quietly. “He finds a way to let you see it. And inside it are every veil bond and every person who has ever carried the bloodline. They are all still there. Still connected. Not dead in the way we understand death.” No one moved. “He shows the bloodline carrier what is inside,” my mother continued. “The people who came before them. Family. Loved ones they have lost.” She looked at me, and I immediately understood what she meant.

At the man whose children were standing in a western ground with an ancient wolf somewhere in the dark recognising a relationship that predated every structure that had ever tried to contain it. “I know what it is for,” I said. “The bloodline,” he said. “Yes.” “What is it for,” he said. I looked at the stone. At the warmth. At the voice underneath everything. “Not what anyone thought,” I said. “Not the network. Not Coran. Not Mace.” I held his gaze. “The Lunara bloodline was not created to produce power.” I paused. “It was created to end a specific thing that has been running in the pack world since before the hierarchy existed.” I paused again. “A corruption. In the original wolf structure.

“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.”

"How did you—" "We didn't send that. The Bloodline did. Three hours ago. We intercepted it." Luna leaned forward. "They're already targeting people connected to you. Using your loved ones as leverage. So you can tell us what we need to know, or you can wait for them to make good on their threat. Your choice." Viktor slumped. "The Bloodline. Twenty-three confirmed members. Ex-military. Ex-Circle. Ex-government. All people who benefited from the old system want it back."