Bloodlines Books Novels & Stories

I was trapped in the past, buried in these damn history books like I was trying to dig up my own answers from centuries ago. My fingers flipped another fragile page, the parchment delicate beneath my touch. The text was faded in some areas, but the heading caught my eye: The Blood Legacy of the Bluestone Alpha Line. I leaned in, my eyes scanning every word like it might tell me something new. I’d already pieced together most of it from Ava, Christian, and Tyler over the past few days. But hearing it from their lips wasn’t the same as reading it with my own eyes. The Second Life Gene.

Just books and silence and no one asking questions. That's where I found it. A book about bloodline gifts. Old, leather bound, the pages yellow with age. I almost put it back but something made me open it yo read. Empathy. The ability to sense and influence emotions. Rare. Dangerous if untrained. Runs in specific bloodlines. I flipped through the pages, looking at the family names listed. Most I didn't recognize. Old packs, old names, some probably extinct by now. Then I saw it. (Riversong).

“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.”

“This is an ancient word, translated over centuries but roughly means…war.” War?! Of everything in the world, it had to be the one thing she hated. Violence can never and will never be a part of her life or her child’s life. The instructor observed the cold, intensity behind her blue eyes and tried putting her mind at rest. “See…your markings extend further which says a lot more than we know.” “Where did you find these books?” Elira attempted to change the topic. The man took a seat on the edge of the table, and gently brushed his fingers on their thick covers, staring at them like the most precious thing in the world.

I said, my tone fierce enough to make her flinch. I took another step forward, desperate now. “Listen to me. Everything I’ve done, every lie, every secret, it was to protect you. Because your bloodline… it isn’t ordinary. You aren’t just another woman who happened to catch my attention. You are tied to something far older, far darker than either of us.” She went very still. “My bloodline,” she repeated slowly, like the words were foreign on her tongue. I nodded once, grimly. “The Blackwood prophecy.”

“The Flamebound Lines. I found this buried beneath the Crescent library ruins. Written by a priest who survived the First Betrayal.” Aria’s head lifted sharply. “What does it say?” He placed the tome on the stone table and opened it to a page worn by time and fingers both fearful and reverent. “It says the Flame wasn’t just sealed by five daggers,” Tarek read aloud. “It was anchored to five bloodlines. Five vessels—living descendants bound to the roots of power through ancient rites.” Lena stepped forward. “Bloodlines. Like yours.” Aria’s throat tightened. “So if I die…”

But from the moment she arrived, she was so confident that she could become best friends with the Gambino heiress that she grew incredibly reckless. I slowly revealed the Gambino family token, which resembled utmost authority—only the authentic heir of the family had the right to own it. Looking at Lucille, I began coldly, "I never knew we were best friends." She glanced up at me, shock evident on her face. "Daphne, what are you on about?" Chase asked, clearly flabbergasted. "Aren't you from the countryside?" I turned toward him and smirked. "Fortunately, I told you I was from the countryside. Otherwise, you'd probably be plotting my death!"

Pack affiliations, shift forms, bond records. Nothing unusual. The second book was older. The leather cover was soft with age and the pages had that particular brittleness that came from decades of exposure to changing temperatures. I turned the pages slowly, not wanting to tear anything before I had read it. Lineage maps. Each line connecting one name to the next, generation by generation, with small symbols beside certain names indicating shift form, power tier, special designation. I stopped on a page near the middle of the book. The Guardian bloodlines.

He pulled her into his arms, his palm sliding down the curve of her waist before grabbing her ass without restraint. Mia's cheeks flushed, but her body only pressed closer in submission, and yet Marco's eyes never once left me. "You're unhappy? You think I didn't care about you these three years? A man out there risks getting shot. Some things aren't within my control. "This time when I came back, the Godfather personally promised to put the docks under my management. I want you to obey my orders and continue being my mistress." I shook my head and said, word by word, "I'm already pregnant. I carry the Godfather's bloodline."

I had thrown that out there to stir the pot, but I did not expect Nelson and Yvonne's faces to go pale the moment the words left my mouth. Nelson forced a laugh. "Illegitimate kids? Come on, Ethan and the rest are my brother's children, too. They're Smiths just like us." However, Nelson looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I felt a jolt of suspicion. My eyes could not help but scan over Ethan and his siblings. That was when I saw it. My dad had double eyelids, a trait I had inherited. However, all three Ethans had single eyelids, just like Nelson.