Bloodlines Ink Novels & Stories

From what I can tell, her other bloodline might possibly be under Elizabeth’s bloodline— because, for a vampire, she’s beautiful. “A vampire…huh. Whose bloodline were you under…?” I said to Sherry. “Eh? You are familiar with the vampire race…?” “I read history, more or less.” “My family bloodline is under Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius, and Lady Elizabeth.” Hearing those unbelievable words, I shook my head for a moment to clear my thoughts. “Say that again?” I ask to confirm once more. “Okay… Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius and Lady Elizabeth.”

Bloodline power was the only vessel that could contain ancestral skills and divine techniques of major families that had ascended to the higher realm. It was unmatched by sacred lands in Southsky, Midland and other regions. Though some founders of sacred land sects succeeded in becoming a celestial, it was essentially not possible to pass down their bloodline's power.

Merindah cross has spent three years trying to rebuild her life after the brutal murder of her sister, Evie.working quietly as a restorer at the victorian Historical Respository,she finds comfort in old forgotten records,and silence of history.But everything changes when she discovers a strange document connected to her sister's death

“That’s eight figures, Cross. Real money. Even for us.” Julian’s smile is slow and cruel. “They’re calling it the Black Run. A full sweep. Clean through Twelve. Sponsors are salivating. She’s hot, she’s new, she’s got trauma written all over her. They think she’s the first wildcard to actually make it.”

“Harming Serena is a boundary my wolf would never cross.” Lucian stepped up beside his brother, his jaw locked. “You are targeting the wrong bloodline, Ashcroft. Serena is a Graves by sacred law. We protect our territories as if they are our own flesh.” “I updated my lineage papers with the Blackthorn Legal Council yesterday,” I interrupted, my voice clear and cutting through the lobby. “I am officially registered under the Nightwood name again.” The collective, irritated growls from the Graves men were music to my ears. “You are still bound to our internal hierarchy,” Lucian argued, his eyes burning into mine.

Her hand came up and pressed against her own chest and she looked at the basin and then at me, and the expression on her face was the kind you couldn't fake. Eli straightened up. "The child carries two bloodlines," he said. He looked at Kaden. "Alpha bloodline, Dark Fangs line. And Vibrius." He looked at me. "Nothing else is here." "I'll give you a minute," and looked at the witnesses, and they followed him out without anyone needing to be asked twice. * * * Kaden stood in front of me and didn't move for a second. Then he pulled me in.

Six bloodlines. Six oaths sworn in silence. The stone hummed beneath our palms. Small cracks writhed and shifted. Grooves twisted and opened, red lines our blood hadn’t been tracing before pulling heat and intent through ash and soot. The crest that slowly coalesced into form didn’t look like anything from the old House banners, anything from the history books. It was ours.

Dina guessed that both Genad’s demon bloodline and angel bloodline were so thick and strong that they couldn’t mix and each flowed their separate ways like a stream diverged into two different waterfalls on meeting a landscape separating them. Both bloodlines were potent and too prideful to give a damn about each other and just flowed their separate paths which was why Genad had never suffered from their clashes. Had any of his bloodlines been lower than the other then it would be a different story, but both were equally strong and no one was higher or lower than the other, this caused a mutual consent between both bloodlines to flow their paths. Genad was originally more in touch with the d

His smile just made everyone smile. “Guess what I found out from Cade?” He rubbed his hands together. “Not something bad I hope.” I squished my brows together. “Was it about my mom?” His smile dimmed just a little. “No, but I did learn some interesting things about hunters. More specifically, the fact that there were only three bloodlines.” My eyes widened in surprise. “Three? That’s not a very large number.” I started to feel some hope rise in my chest. “Yeah, three packs carry the bloodline, they were the Midnight Pack, the Trinity Pack, and the Daemon Pack.”

for the Gallery’s standards. "Kaelen, the needle!" Silas commanded. The boy stood before the obsidian notification, the "Author's Ink" needle in his hand now a solid, glowing "Unmapped" Violet. He saw the "Grey Lines" of the Moderator’s "Censorship" coiling around the mountains, turning the Silver Peaks into a series of "Blurred Out" shapes. "I can't write over it, Dada!" Kaelen shrieked, his voice sounding like a thousand glass bells shattering in a vacuum. "The ink... it won't stick to the blur!"