Bloodline System Novels & Stories

To claim her now was to sign her death warrant. "Your weakness," Theron said softly. He looked up then, and I saw the disappointment in his eyes, the same look he had given my father when my father had chosen my mother over the purity of the line. "Your father thought he could control the bloodline, too. He thought love could override nature. We know how that ended." The room went quiet. The fire in the hearth popped, sending sparks up the chimney like souls escaping. "She must be marked," Marrock said. "Or she must be expelled. Those are the only options. You know the Law. A female with the marker cannot roam free. She is a beacon. She calls the old things. The burned Mate cursed us—her blo

Was Jace really Dominic’s adopted son—or was he something far more dangerous? A pawn. A weapon. The lost bloodline of the Chevre, raised in the heart of their enemy’s house. The implications twisted through the decades of bitter feud, alliances broken, and lives destroyed. Jace Grey was no accident. He was the result of a gamble played by men who dealt in secrets. And now, knowing the truth, the observer smiled—cold, calculating. The game had just changed.

She spent three hours working through the primary texts with the focused attention she gave to problems that mattered, and by the end of the second hour she had assembled a picture of the Wilder bloodline that was so different from anything she had been told that she had to stop and simply hold it for a moment before she could continue reading. The original bloodline — the one that predated the purge, the one that had adopted the concealing name of Wilder to survive — had been, in the fourth century's accounting, one of seven founding blood families. Not founding in the sense of establishing a pack or a territory, but founding in the much older sense: the families from whom all supernatural

"I’ve confirmed it, Mrs. Ashford. Twenty years ago, Mr. Ashford fathered a daughter with a woman from the countryside. I collected hair samples from their home. The DNA test is underway." I looked at Adrian’s still-handsome face and felt nothing but disgust. He clutched my arm, frantic. "Please, help Serena. You owe her your gratitude. She saved my life! And besides, she’s your daughter." I had just brought Lila home from the hospital, yet he couldn’t spare a glance at his real child. Every word from his mouth was about Serena. I pulled out Lila’s scans to show him. He knocked them from my hands.

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

I begin, "One that the monks used was to seal their wolves away. So that even if they met their mates, they wouldn't know. The only way to break it was if they...ingested their mate's blood into their system." Malphas seems to be pondering, his scowl deepens as he glances at the page. It doesn't make sense to either of us. "One who is my own..." I mumble to myself as I look ahead, "Could it mean an heir?" The thought sort of makes sense. I look up at Malphas again. "Bloodline is what we all carry, and more so the successors. The genes do change throughout generations, but the lineage stays at the core. So..."

In the centre stood a low altar carved from a single piece of black granite and on it rested a shallow silver bowl filled with dark water. “This is where the Bloodline Rite was first performed,” she said and rested her fingers on the edge of the altar. “It was never about crowning a queen. It was created to bind unstable bloodlines, to steady heirs born from two rival packs so the child could not be weaponised by either side.” She met my eyes.

"Your bloodline doesn't just carry power, Louve. It carries something much older. Something that belongs to all of us." "It belongs to me," I said sharply. "That's exactly the problem." He took one step closer. Just one. "Your line was never meant to exist in isolation. You were bred from two bloodlines to serve a specific purpose. A purpose your family never told you about because they were afraid of what you'd become if you found out." There was silence and i hated that his words landed in my chest like something heavy. Like they had weight because they carried a piece of truth. "You're lying," I said.

“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.”

"That's not a common occurrence." "I assume not." "The System tracks reincarnation. Local souls moving between bodies according to Karma calculations and afterlife protocols. But foreign souls—" She paused. "The System has no framework for something that originated outside its jurisdiction." "Which explains why my Class is locked," Kael said. "Partially." She turned to face him. "The Class lock is from your bloodline's Karma debt. The System suppresses villain-blooded advancement regardless of the soul occupying the body. But a foreign soul in a villain-blooded body creates a classification conflict the System cannot easily resolve."