Bloodlines Mead Novels & Stories

"But she's reacting to the mark. To the transfer window." "She is," older Mira said. "So the mark doesn't only call to one person. More than one bloodline can answer when the window opens." "The record says the carrier chooses from the bonded bloodlines, the three Alpha lines tied to the bond," I said. "Those records are four centuries old," older Mira said. "Written before any of this was tested. Before anyone knew what happened if you had a Vane carrier and a Vane descendant in the same confluence area during a transfer." She looked at her daughter. "I don’t pretend to know what this is. This wasn’t in the records."

Notifications flooded the screen, but I ignored all of them until I saw the newest message request. The profile picture showed an empty hockey rink beneath white lights. The username read BlueLine. My heart lurched. The preview only showed part of the message. It’s me. Blue line. You... My thumb hovered above the screen. One tap and I could read the rest. One tap and I could answer him. I wanted to ask how he had survived these years. I wanted to tell him I had never left willingly. Most of all, I wanted to tell him I still remembered the promise about the blue line.

His voice was laced with concern but I was already on the edge The mere mention, or the thought of finding a mate always struck a nerve, reminding me of this curse that haunted me. I already lost one mate because of it, her death was a stain on my soul I could never wash away. The thought of finding another mate was repulsing but my bloodline was at stake and my mother's constant bickering over finding a mate only made matters worse. I never asked to be an unfortunate heir from a cursed lineage. “Let's just focus on the meeting”, I snapped, redressing my well-tailored tuxedo before dragging in a long puff of my Cuban cigar. “How long before we get to Red Keep?”. I glanced at Ryan, my chauffe

" he yelled. "She knows enough!" Rryan yelled back. "It is Done! I have mated with her and she bares my mark!" then he spoke softer, "My bloodline will remain pure, just as yours did all those years ago, is it not the same as what you, did with her mother. Was she not also your ... " he cleared his throat.. "Mate too?" She is the only one I will even want or need." with that, his father grew silent.

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.”

In the centre stood a low altar carved from a single piece of black granite and on it rested a shallow silver bowl filled with dark water. “This is where the Bloodline Rite was first performed,” she said and rested her fingers on the edge of the altar. “It was never about crowning a queen. It was created to bind unstable bloodlines, to steady heirs born from two rival packs so the child could not be weaponised by either side.” She met my eyes.

Her eyes, sharp and unwavering, locked on Evelyn the moment she entered. “You came,” Ava said, her voice a soft murmur but filled with weight. “Good. Time is slipping, and you can’t waste it anymore.” Evelyn swallowed, stepping closer. “I… I need to know. Everything. Why the note, the warnings… why me?” Ava’s gaze softened for a fraction of a second. “Because you carry the bloodline. Because the academy knows, and it’s waking. It will test you, mold you, push you—sometimes through fire, sometimes through betrayal. But you, Evelyn… you are its center.”

We split up, each taking a different section. I found myself in the genealogy records, pulling down heavy books filled with family trees and bloodlines. Most of it was written in fading text that was difficult to read, but I forced myself to focus, scanning page after page for any mention of Bloodmoon lineage.

Gwyneth said, and I nodded. She looked at the vials and I said my own spell as she started whispering. “Segja faðir inoborna kind.” Her eyes snapped up to mine as the blood started swirling. A faint white and gold mixed together, then the blue and gray took over and swirled several times before returning to its original red color. “So he’s the father?” Sacha asked Gwyneth, and she nodded. “I’ll expect Adelie to be delivered to my castle by the end of the week,” I said, as I stood up again and put my jacket on.

"The Codex was on the third shelf from the back wall, left side." "Do you think it's still here?" Denice asked. "If it's not then we'll have to stay to find it" "What's in it?" Valkyrie chimed in. "Everything." Zara stepped over a collapsed shelf. "Bloodline records going back six generations. Hybrids. Curse genealogy. If anyone has written down where these things are coming from, someone in my family collected a reference for it." Valkyrie started clearing a section of floor with her boot, systematic and unhurried. Denice began righting the shelves that were still intact enough to stand, which gave them somewhere to put things as they moved through the wreckage.