Bloodlines Books Novels & Stories

"Wolves have been asleep for a long time... it's about time to wake them up as the fearless pack leader has returned" Zack was stunned the instant he read his signature book where the head hazer wrote his message on the last page. He didn't understand what the message meant. He become more perplexed when he asked him and he just smiled mysteriously. "It's been written in your blood, you cannot deny it for too long, Zack" the head hazer just briefly responded, making him more confused.

“I come from a line of alphas, but unlike most, it’s not a long line. Generations ago, there was another bloodline that held that title. The last alpha of that line, Alpha Marcellus, was truly an evil man. He held the title by power only, because he cared for no one other than himself. He was extremely strong, but he sought more power like the greedy bastard he was. He engaged in risky behavior, putting the lives of his wolves in danger until eventually he started making sacrifices and dabbling in dark magic. He harmed those he was meant to protect just for the sake of power. Fucking sickening.

He heard horses galloping towards him, looking up, he sighted King Philp who rode powerfully towards him, his men following behind, his eyes filled with fury as his long beards added more fright to his face. As Robert's eyes sighted the old king, intense wrath filled him, his whole body shook in anger as his veins were visible, sprunting out to his dismay. Nicholas and the remaining soldiers roared in brutal anger and they began to gallop towards the army that rode towards them. With swords in their hands, the men of Linerdo killed their enemies showing no mercy. Blood filled the land as the dead men were seen sprunting blood out of their chests.

On both sides, tall black pine trees stood like guards, their branches swaying under the storm. Then the mansion appeared; large, strong, and proud. Its black marble walls glowed faintly under the lightning, silver lines running through them like veins. Tall towers reached into the dark sky, and old glowing symbols were carved along the edges, protecting everything within. When Rufus drove into the courtyard, the sound of the rain softened. A row of black cars sat parked neatly, shining under the lights. Warriors stood by the entrance, their heads bowed the moment our car stopped. Even the air seemed to change, heavy and still, filled with respect.

Ancient tomes, black sealed ledgers, scrolls bound in silks the color of dried blood, enough dangerous magic to get them both executed in a dozen kingdoms, spilled across the map. I arched a brow. “Please tell me you didn’t get caught.” Tarin’s smirk widened. “Please. We’re ghosts. Besides, the Restricted Archives barely noticed we were there.” Thessaly snorted. “A librarian noticed.” “Barely,” Tarin said with a wave. I set my tea aside and pulled the nearest tome toward me. Black Court: Lineage and Rise. The cover alone radiated old, foul magic, the kind that whispered if you listened too long. “How much of their shit did you take?”

I walked into the store, dropping off my hunting tools before stepping into the house to freshen up. I walked into the shower, turning on the knob. I pressed my hands against the wall, bowing my hair allowing the cold water to splatter on my head and drip down through my face. Aemond’s words still echoed in my mind as though he was standing behind me. I turned around wiping water off my face immediately but saw nothing. It was just me and my thoughts. “Lyra is the key. Her bloodline—do you even understand what that means? If she’s truly the one, your reign would not just be as Alpha—it would be as a god among men.”

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

He generously offered to send his most skilled and fearless fighters on board his formidable battleship, 'Phoenix's Wrath', to bolster our ranks and strengthen our chances of victory. Queen Bithea was by his side, offering her support and assistance in any way we might need. King Raphael's expression turned serious as he asked, "What will you do if they launch a ground assault?" Niklaus let out a hearty laugh, his eyes gleaming with confidence, "That would be a fatal mistake on their part. Not only are we all of Royal Siren bloodline, but my entire kingdom is also of my Bloodline as a Mayan Vampire." The Queen and King exchanged bewildered glances, their faces etched with confusion, as they

Marks. And then—Words. Amber’s eyes moved quickly. She’s reading and trying to understand. But one line stopped her completely. “The Silver Bloodline does not bow.” Her breath caught. “Silver” Her power. Her eyes. Her energy. Her hands tightened on the book. “No…” she whispered. Her heart started racing faster now. Stronger.nShe turned the page. More writing. More detail. More truth. “They are born once in generations. Feared by Alphas. Uncontrollable. Unclaimable.”

She was only brutally honest. The wolf princess walked further into the hallway until she was right in front of Carys’s room. “If you are going to open this door, do it quickly." Her shoulders went up to signal that her hands were hurting. Carys’s ended up opening the door, and Lyra marched in fiercely, dropping several books onto the table. “Pack bloodlines. Court alliances. Noble territories,” Lyra listed. “You need to learn who wants you gone.” Carys stared at the books blankly. “That sounds exhausting.”