Bloodlines Anime Novels & Stories

Paul's brow furrowed as he prepared to clear the air. "Our trust company always plays by the book. Mr. Smith's investment fell short of the 2.1 billion dollar mark, so by the letter of the law, that 1.8 billion isn't trust money–it's part of Smith Beverage Group's assets. "The rules are clear: only the Smith Group's heir can touch that cash, and that heir is Ms. Smith. She's the one and only rightful owner of the 1.8 billion." Ethan was floored, barely able to whisper, "No way! How on earth could Lily have access to that money?"

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."

“How bad?” “Not bad. Just… different. Look.” She handed Selene a mirror. The mark that had started between her shoulder blades now spread across her entire back—intricate silver lines forming patterns that looked almost like wings. Or roots. Or maybe both. “It’s beautiful,” Selene said, surprised. “It’s powerful.” Thalia traced the air above the lines. “The bond is strong. Stronger than any I’ve seen. You and Dorian have built something… significant.” “Is that medical terminology?”

But he had been planning this all along. 'Why me?' I asked, the words shaking. 'Why not kill me that night?' He tilted his head. 'Because you are the key. The Lost Bloodline is not a myth, Aria. It’s an equation, and you are the missing variable. Your power isn’t evolution—it’s correction. A return to what we were meant to be before the divide.' I didn’t understand, not fully—but part of me felt it. The ancient pull in my veins, the voice that had whispered in my dreams since I first shifted.

“This is manipulation.” “Maybe,” I whispered back. “But so were the elders.” The woman heard that. A faint smirk touched her lips. “You feel it, don’t you?” she asked me quietly. “In your own veins.” My heart stuttered. The grandmother’s words echoed in my mind. You carry it too. “That’s impossible,” I said—but it sounded weaker now. The silver-haired woman shook her head gently. “Bloodlines don’t disappear. They bury themselves. They wait.” A sharp cry cut through the air.

“Then we end the wars. We force peace....” “It’s not that simple.” “Why not?” I snap. “If it feeds on conflict, we take away the conflict....” “It feeds on what’s between the Moon and Eclipse bloodlines most of all,” she interrupts. I freeze. “What, i don't understand?” Her fingers tighten slightly around mine. “The bond between your bloodlines is… unique,” she says. “Ancient and powerful, intertwined in ways even the oldest records barely explain.” A strange unease settles in my chest.

My son was coming apart in my arms in the dark, and the only map out of it had been drawn by the man who wanted him dead. The silver was splitting Luca's skin faster than I could hold the doors. I had my forehead pressed to his, pouring everything I'd learned in three days of training into the threads of his blood, and it wasn't enough — I could feel the three bloodlines tearing at each other, each one wanting to be the only one, and the small body between them losing the war.

“Detected how?” Dante exhaled slowly through his nose before answering, and somehow he suddenly looked tired in a way that had nothing to do with his injuries anymore. “When two bloodlines connected to the curse make contact,” he explained carefully, “the bond reacts. And when it reacts strongly enough, the council feels it.” My chest tightened instantly. “What bloodlines?” I asked slowly even though something inside me already dreaded the answer before it came. Dante’s eyes stayed fixed directly on mine. “Williams,” he said quietly. “And your family.”

Alpha Collen mumbled in excitement. "But there is a little problem." The beta said. "What problem?" "The seer (witch) of the pack mentioned that the child in your mate womb is carrying the last bloodline of your great grandparents." He added. "That is not a problem, my child is special then, you know I heard from my parents that my great grandfather was a big red and black werewolf, I wonder what colour my child will be, even if my child doesn't inherit I or my mate's colour of the wolf, I know my child will have those wolf yellowish eyes just like every one of us here in our pack."

The sudden change startled Andrius, but he quickly understood that it must be a new ability he had obtained after fully merging his bloodline power—a secret technique to summon a bloodline beast from his bloodline power to fight alongside him. It was similar to the ancient phoenix apparition used in combat by the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix clan or the Dragon God possession technique of the Void Thunder Dragon clan! However, unlike the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix and the Void Thunder Dragon clan, whose descendants had very diluted bloodlines and could only produce apparitions, his bloodline was so pure that it manifested physically. Andrius was overjoyed. With the help of the bloodline beast, he could