Bloodlines Ink Novels & Stories

Kaelric let go of her shoulders and took a step backward, clenching his hand into a tight fist, his fingernails reopening the knife cut. “How did you carry my seed without a divination?! Without a ritual?!” “—I don’t—” “Where are you from, which kingdom do you serve?!” “I-I can't remember.” She whimpered, shaking her head. He raised a fist to his lips and sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he tried to piece together the blank pages but it further enraged him to decipher how a slave’s womb could nurture a king’s blood, not just any blood: Dragonblood.

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

“His jaw looks like his skull doesn’t have any skin on it. Like, all boney and shit.” “So, chiseled?” Jade asked, voice a little too excited. “Too chiseled,” I snorted. “With eyes that are too blue to be human. And muscles that practically scream steroids. Oh, and not to mention the veins in his hands that would kill him if he held a piece of paper the wrong way.” Silence greeted me from the other end. “Jade?” I asked, trying to make sure my friend wasn’t dead. “Are you there?”

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

A tattoo curled across the girl’s shoulder blade, a twisting vine pattern inked deep into her skin. Rhea had no tattoo. “And here,” Violet whispered, pulling back the girl’s limp arm. “No Crimson Mark. Rhea bears the bloodline’s sign. This one doesn’t.” Kael’s chest heaved. He staggered back, realization hitting. Not Rhea. Not her. Relief surged like fire, but it brought no peace—only fury. His claws slid free, eyes glowing amber. “This thing…” His voice was a growl. “It plays with me. Makes me think she’s gone. Makes me feel her death.” He slammed a fist into the dirt. “I’ll find it. And when I do, I’ll rip it out of these woods piece by piece.”

"Does that mean the Moon Goddess made a mistake this time?" Another question popped up. "What do you mean, Victoria? The Moon Goddess knows what she’s doing. She doesn’t make mistakes." "I’m just stating the obvious. Isn’t your dad an Alpha? Mine is, and so are all of you here.. But she, she is half werewolf, half witch." Victoria shot back. "What are you saying, Victoria? She has more Alpha blood than you do. She’s got the Wolf King bloodline." "She’s even the White Wolf. How can you say that, Victoria?"

My father thinks I spend my nights reading. That’s not entirely a lie. Just not books. This room is mine in a way no other room in this house is mine. The rest of the townhouse is my mother's taste — warm and beautiful and expensive, every surface chosen to project exactly the image the Conti family wants projected. My room looks like the inside of my head. Whiteboards on two walls, half of them network maps, the other half cipher keys I've already cracked. A punching bag in the corner worn to gray leather at center mass. Gun cabinet beside the closet — three weapons, combination lock. My father knows about two of them. I find the thread at 3:12 a.m. A routing number. Buried six layers deep,

Ryder said. "I wanted to confirm it was real before wasting your evening." She looked at the ledger. "It's real." Ava crossed to the table. The ledger was enormous — hundreds of pages, the writing dense and fine and in the old compact hand. She looked at the open page. Names. Dates. Paired entries, running down both margins. Every name bonded under the golden bloodline, going back to — she turned a page, then another, moving backward — further than she could immediately estimate. The ink getting older, the hand changing across centuries.

Andrius explained, “It’s because the tattoo uses special ink and a more advanced tattoo needle. The ink is a combination of pigeon blood, red sand, and other stuff. That’s why it doesn’t show at first. “You want to get one?” Andrius teased Halle. Halle shook her head and hands, “N-no, thanks! Too much for me. But I want to know, the wolf…” Andrius rolled his eyes at her and stopped her. “If you are not getting one, why are you asking? Stop asking, or I will throw you out.”

I let Echo push forward and my eyes flashed yellow. His eyes flashed yellow in return and he bowed his head slightly. “You’ll want the special treatment.” Because of our healing we needed to use special ink for the tattoos to remain on our skin. For dragonkin they mixed Dragon’s Lily with the ink so the healing doesn’t kick in and for vampires they mixed Angel’s Trumpet. “He’s a vampire, do you have special ink for him?” The old man sized Milo up and then looked back at me. “Vampires and Dragonkin don’t usually mingle, but yes I have some in stock.”