Bloodlines Books Novels & Stories

"Accounts of what?" He looked at her for a long moment before he answered. "Bloodlines. Lost ones, mostly. Lineages the world stopped tracking, either because they died out or because they were — hidden." He pulled one of the texts from the shelf — not gently, but not roughly, the way you handle something familiar and precious and troubling all at once. "Why this shelf? Out of all the shelves in this library, why did you stop here?"

That bloodline. Alice? She was a threat to that. She left him, but not quietly. She fled to Dominic Grey. A name whispered like a death sentence. No one challenged Dominic. Not even Christopher. Not when he had the black market, and the loyalty of entire cartels. A notorious scavenging felon willing to gut someone alive who accidentally stares at him. Alice gave birth to a girl, Jewel Grey. It was Dominic’s. But Christopher insanely wanted Alice. So instead of fighting to win her back, Christopher settled for what was left.

Every vampire they passed bowed slightly, deferred to his presence like he was more than a noble or a general. Like he was royalty. She found the ledger she needed in a locked cabinet: Bloodlines of the Ancients. It was thick and heavy, bound in worn leather and sealed with iron clasps. She picked the lock with a flick of her dagger and flipped through the pages until she found it:

Prologue The night is bright as the full moon casts its light over the city, the darkness fleeing from its beams and clinging to corners where it can hide from the light. It is indeed a beautiful night. The quiet of the night begins to fade as the echoes of rain start their reign, but that isn’t the only noise. They’re at it again. The rogue alphas twist the blessing of the moon goddess to create their own with a bite, turning it into a curse. The screams of innocents, who know nothing about our world, echo alongside the rain as their freedom to choose between the ordinary and the supernatural is whisked out of their hands with a bite. The screams grow louder as Hugo, the alpha of the Bloodl

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?

“That’s not reassuring.” Blake ignores him. His eyes never leave mine. “James didn’t just mark you,” he says. “He triggered something.” Cold dread settles in my stomach. “Triggered what?” I ask. The fire in my veins surges, answering before he does. It coils tighter, stretching, unfolding, like something long asleep is finally waking. Blake smiles. “The bloodline,” he says. “The one everyone thought was a myth.” Ethan stiffens. “No.” “Yes.” Blake’s voice is reverent now. “The Goddess-bound line. The kind that doesn’t manifest unless pushed to the edge of death.”

I then let out a soft sigh of relief as I knew that they would not approve and would try to talk me out of what I was thinking of doing. I haven’t had any real rest since I lost Romeo during the war with the S.D.E, with having and looking after our twins, Brandyn and Georgina, the dream-walking to get me close to him once more, the protection of the future Queen and finally the fight I had with the two Beta’s the spell I’m about to do is going to drain me to near death, if not past it. However; with just the glimpses of the females I had as I passed I know that most of them wouldn’t survive much longer without a helping healing hand. I close my eyes and visualize my Bloodlines Book of Power,

The two pupils in Wang Ji's eyes changed color from black to reddish-orange with the shape of a blazing flame. “Brother Zhou, Bloodline is a term for someone who still has the bloodline of a clan. As we know, a group is called a Clan because they share the same bloodline. A Blood Line will allow someone to have certain abilities without going through a training process. Yes, because this ability just flows in their bloodstream.”

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

It was strictly forbidden by the pack rules for any werewolf to remain in their tents during the morning work hours. _But who cares? The rules were meant for others, not me._ My name is Samantha Emberwood. I was born half-werewolf, half-nymph, under a special lineage of wolf known as Purebred. Unlike others of my kind who have the ability to transform and communicate directly with their wolves, Purebreds possess the ability to separate from their inner wolf, creating a special bond that grants us control and mastery over their abilities. In the entire Dawn Runner pack, I'm the only one born with the Purebred Bloodline. Rumor has it that I inherited my abilities from my birth mother. But the