Bloodlines Dc Novels & Stories

Lyra Voss is a curse-born Omega in the Ashcroft Pack, blamed for her parents' deaths, cast out by the only family she had left, and carrying a secret she doesn’t yet understand. She has silver eyes that nobody can explain and a bloodline everyone believes is extinct. King Jasper Vael has spent his life building a kingdom on iron and silence. He has never been shaken. Not until the night the mate bond snapped into place in the middle of a public ceremony linking him to an Omega cursed with the blood of those who destroy. He rejected her immediately. Completely. Publicly. He has been looking for her ever since. Now Lyra is pregnant, cast out, and running from rogues when a rival Alpha finds her at his border and takes her in without asking questions, she is not ready to answer. She has twin daughters, no pack, no protection and no idea that the Lycan King’s most trusted Beta has been feeding information to the enemy for years or that a silver-laced poison is slowly killing Caspian’s mother and no healer in any pack can stop it. Except the last living descendant of the Moonborn Healers. The girl he called an insult. The woman who survived him. The mate he needs to beg. Some bloodlines cannot stay buried. Some bonds cannot be broken. And some kings must choose between the throne they built and the woman the moon chose for them.

Bloodbound Trials A Forbidden Fantasy Romance of Power, Betrayal, and Desire. Under the light of a crimson moon, one forgotten secret has the power to awaken an ancient kingdom. Ariana has spent her entire life believing she was ordinary until a mysterious pendant, haunting dreams, and a dangerous stranger shatter everything she thought she knew. Thrust into a hidden world of forbidden magic, cursed bloodlines, and ruthless enemies, she discovers that her past has been buried beneath centuries of lies. As dark forces close in, Ariana must unravel the truth behind her family's disappearance and embrace a destiny she never chose. But every answer comes with a price, and every ally hides a secret. Bound by fate to a brooding warrior sworn to protect her, Ariana finds herself caught between duty and a growing attraction that could change both their lives forever. Yet trust is a dangerous gamble when betrayal lurks in every shadow and the line between friend and enemy grows thinner with each passing day. To save the future, she must confront the sins of the past. To claim her birthright, she must survive the Bloodbound Trials. Perfect for readers who love epic fantasy, slow burn romance, ancient prophecies, hidden kingdoms, and unforgettable heroines, Bloodbound Trials is the first installment in a gripping saga where love and loyalty are tested, power comes at a terrible cost, and one woman's choices will determine the fate of an entire world.

She died watching her parents bleed out in a wrecked truck, punishment for rejecting the wrong man. Now Evangeline Cross has three months to rewrite her fate. At eighteen, Eva returns to the night she publicly rejected Cassian Vance, the volatile Lycan heir who destroyed her life. This time, she doesn’t run. She makes her rejection brutal and final… then seals it by kissing a powerful stranger in front of the entire elite academy. The stranger is Alistair Vance, Cassian’s father. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable Sovereign Principal of Lunar Ridge Academy. To survive, Eva sets a dangerous plan in motion: seduce the man who rules them all. Become the woman who controls the father, and force her toxic ex-fated mate to call her stepmother. But Alistair is no pawn. His dominance is devastating, his obsession lethal, and the forbidden heat between them threatens to burn everything down. As Cassian’s bullying turns murderous and ancient secrets claw their way to the surface, Eva must decide how far she’ll go to protect her family, and whether the monster she’s awakening in the Principal will save her… or claim her completely. In a world of fated bonds, royal bloodlines, and brutal power games, one girl is rewriting the rules. Some bonds should never be broken. Some should never be formed. This time, she’s not the prey. She’s the queen in the making.

In a modern city governed by ancient bloodlines, an uneasy peace holds between vampires and nekos—two species bound by centuries of rivalry, betrayal, and war. Though the violence has quieted, resentment festers beneath the surface, and whispers of rebellion begin to circulate among the vampire clans who believe their power was unjustly stripped away. Maverick Delacroix, the disciplined heir to one of the most influential vampire families, has been raised to value control above all else. Loyalty to his lineage is not a choice but a duty etched into his very existence. Across the divide stands Odessa Kingsleigh, a sharp-witted neko diplomat trained to protect her people at any cost. Burdened by history and responsibility, she knows that trusting a vampire—especially a Delacroix—could unravel everything she has worked to preserve. When rising tensions force secret negotiations between the two factions, Maverick and Odessa are drawn into reluctant cooperation. What begins as a strategic alliance quickly deepens into something far more dangerous. As they navigate political intrigue, veiled threats, and the weight of ancestral hatred, their connection grows—challenging everything they have been taught to believe about enemies, loyalty, and destiny. But love in a divided city is never private. As extremist forces on both sides push for war and long-buried prophecies resurface, Maverick and Odessa find themselves at the center of a conflict that could destroy the fragile balance holding their world together. Choosing each other means defying their families, their cultures, and the expectations carved into their blood. With rebellion looming and trust in short supply, they must decide whether history will repeat itself in bloodshed—or whether their forbidden bond can forge a future neither species dared to imagine.

She was never supposed to save him. He was never supposed to betray her. When Isabella Morgan weds Alpha Klaus Lockhart, she dreams of melting the ice in his heart, and of building a family beneath Silvermoon Pack’s sacred moon. She gives him everything. Her loyalty. Her body. Her life. She even takes a scar meant to kill him, but nothing prepares her for the night her world shatters. She finds him tangled with Alice Morningstar, seductress witch, and the destroyer. And her son… Her precious boy… Runs past her, into another woman’s arms. “Mom,” he calls someone else but doesn't acknowledge her presence. Her mate does not deny it. He does not stop him, he does not choose her. He never did. Betrayed and erased, Isabella uncovers a nightmare buried beneath her marriage…. Cursed bloodlines, stolen moon-blessed children, and a truth that destroys everything she believed. Now, as Silvermoon trembles under treachery and dark magic, a stranger steps from the shadows. Tyler Redmond. Dangerous, devoted, and even willing to burn the world for her. “You deserved worship,” he tells her softly. “Not abandonment.” But the man who broke her begins to look at her differently. Too late. With regret, with hunger, with something terrifyingly close to love. Because the Luna he discarded is gone, and the woman rising from her ashes… Is no longer his. In a world of obsession, betrayal, and ancient power. Love is not salvation. Love is war. And this time, Isabella will decide who kneels.

Love built a kingdom. Love destroyed it. And love… might yet bring it back. Long ago, Queen Daphne and King Zerach ruled the Highland of Songhai with hearts bound by passion and destiny. But when tragedy stole the queen from his arms, the mighty king’s heart turned to stone — until Freda, a gentle soul with eyes like sunrise, taught him to feel again. Their love healed the kingdom… and from it came Prince Lucien, bright, noble, and pure. But fate is cruel. For in another corner of the land lived Lyra, a beautiful, fearless girl whose laughter could tame storms — and whose blood carried the same mark as the prince’s. When Lucien met her in the forest, time itself stood still. Their souls recognized each other before their lips ever spoke. What began as an innocent bond soon became an all-consuming love — one that defied gods, bloodlines, and fate itself. Lucien vowed to make her his queen. Lyra vowed to love him even if the stars fell from the sky. Yet destiny had written another story — a story of a secret birth, a forbidden prophecy, and a love so powerful it threatened to tear the world apart. When truth came, it shattered everything: the king’s peace, the queen’s heart, and the lovers’ dreams. But even as kingdoms burned and tears fell like rain… Lucien and Lyra chose love — even in death. And in the silence after sorrow, the Highland of Songhai bloomed again — the winds whispering their names, Lucien and Lyra… the love that defied eternity.

In my last life, my Alpha husband despised me for giving him a “tainted” Omega Black Werewolf. So, he murdered our newborn with his own hands and then tore me apart with silver-quenched claws. As I lay dying, I cursed him to eternal damnation, and with my own eyes, I watched as his body sank into the frozen depths of Moonshine Lake alongside mine. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the bonding ceremony—the day he was supposed to choose his mate. This time, he didn’t hesitate at all. He chose my sister, a Beta Gray Werewolf whose bloodline sat just one step above an Omega’s, and the way he looked at me was nothing but bone-deep disgust. I knew then that he had been reborn, too. In my last life, my sister was just an ordinary Beta, while I was a Silvermoon Alpha, one of the highest bloodlines, second only to the legendary Golden Lycan. Back then, he chose me without hesitation. However, my sister later married a regular Alpha and somehow gave birth to a golden pup, earning the envy of the entire pack. Meanwhile, I married him and gave birth to a low-rank Omega Black Werewolf, making him the laughingstock of the Werewolf Alliance. This time, he thinks choosing my sister will give him that golden pup again, but what he doesn’t know is that a body is only a shell. Blood doesn’t lie. A bloodline tainted by Omega can never forge a true descendant of a Golden Lycan.

Alsie Jones is a homicide detective in the human world. Alsie Neferet is a 24-year-old member of the Far-Side Moon Pack. Alsie is a human-wolf hybrid, or so she has been told her entire life. The Far-Side Moon Pack is the largest, most powerful, pack on the West Coast and it is undergoing a leadership transition, with the 24-year-old Sandolf Triplets preparing to become the new Alphas. However, their father, current Alpha, Kordell, will not step down until the triplets find their Luna. Osiris, Evander, and Andrew know who their mate is. When they decide to discuss the matter with their father, they encounter a deity named Wepwawet who gives them a warning: "Keep Alsie safe, or I will bring ruin to your family and pack." The triplets must ensure Alsie's safety, navigate interactions with the Sheriff's Office, investigate a pack member's murder, and locate an ancient artifact on neutral ground, all before their 25th birthday. While also learning that their story and history isn’t entirely accurate. Alsie is destined to become one of the most powerful beings of the Underworld on the planet, if she can stay alive. Alsie and the Sandolf triplets must join forces with other beings of the supernatural, the underworld, and humans alike to accomplish and fulfill the prophecy of King Sekhemkhet and keep centuries old bloodlines alive. On this journey Alsie and the triplets will come across witches, warlocks, vampires, werefoxes, and a species that was thought to be a myth, the werecats descendants and guardians of Ra. All the while Alsie is still holding on to her job in the human world, as a detective. The more she investigates the death of their pack member the closer she gets to the ultimate enemy Fenrir the evil monstrous wolf of Ragnarok.

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."

"I didn’t know I was marrying two people. He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings. The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me. But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries. I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space. My marriage was a room she walked into, uninvited but ever present. Her opinions dripped into our arguments, her eyes followed me from behind lace curtains, and her voice echoed in decisions that should have belonged to me and my husband. At first, I kept quiet. I told myself it was cultural. Respect. Family. Then I told myself it was temporary. Then I stopped telling myself anything at all, because nothing I said made a difference. This is not a story of hate. It’s a story of love, tested by bloodlines, boundaries, and a battle I never asked to fight. This is my truth. The marriage I thought was mine. The home that never really felt like home. And the rules I never agreed to, but had to live by, simply because… I was under her roof".