Bloodlines Mead Novels & Stories

“Ivonne consumed the same mead during the first attack on Lady Viera! It is possible—likely—that excessive mead made her unnaturally strong, violent even.” My jaw drops. “That’s—what? But they said Mead doesn’t work like that!” “It does on some,” Marcellus says, voice rising with triumph, “especially on those with diluted bloodlines or unstable wolves. It can create violent surges in the body.” Tessa hesitates. “It’s… possible.” The words land like daggers. “Tessa, no,” I choke out. “Please don’t do this. If you lie—if you keep saying this—innocent people will get hurt. Hector will—”

Mother listed as Elena Steele, maiden name Thorne. Thorne. I knew that name. I pulled up pack histories on my dad's computer, cross-referencing bloodlines and territory records. The Thorne bloodline was old and rare, carriers of the Silver Wolf gene. I dug deeper, finding records from fifty years ago. Silver Wolves had been hunted to near-extinction. Claiming wars, forced matings, and bloodline theft. Only a handful of female Silver Wolves were left and most were in hiding.

Fear has coursed through my veins again. Jadeline didn't seem bothered at all. “Yes,” she replied to the entity with a grin. They were both looking at me, “The only one remaining from their bloodline.” “It took a lot of time but I told you I can find one,” she added. Remaining one from the bloodline? They are really after my Crysmorra lineage. “We agreed to negotiate and talk, Jadeline. Just us two,” I gritted out, hiding the way I am trembling, “I didn't say yes to meeting whatever companion you have with you right now.”

Now that they realized I was a Silvermoon Wolf, suddenly, I was all they could see. Emma’s cries echoed through the chamber, but they acted as though she were not even there. I nodded slowly. “Fine. Let’s test now.” The chief arbiter solemnly placed a new Lineage Stone on the raised platform. I stepped forward, nicked my fingertip with a silver blade, and let a crimson drop fall onto the stone. My parents followed. Their hands trembled as they added their own blood. In an instant, the stone flared bright red—the bloodline was confirmed.

"Then how will we get the Solar Flame? You said Royal blood is needed." Sebastian stepped forward, his ancient eyes thoughtful. "There may be another way. Jacob and Mateo are from your father’s paternal bloodline, and half of the four royal bloodlines came from your mother, who would have had the other two.” Uncle Mateo looked stunned. "Are you suggesting that I might carry enough Royal blood to activate the artifacts?" "It's possible," Sebastian acknowledged. "Diluted through generations, but present. The Graystone line married into the Royal bloodlines multiple times throughout history."

It was becoming a monument instead of a connection. The Salt Wolf stepped between us. The Ashford-recording was flickering, the violet light in its eyes fading into grey. "The list," the beast croaked. Ronan’s voice was barely a whisper now. "The seventeenth was not the end, Amara. Look at the ledger. Look at the last page." The leather-bound ledger from the Library of Bones suddenly appeared in my mind. The pages flipped, caught in the wind of the Ascension. I saw the seventeen names of the bloodlines. I saw my mother’s handwriting.

Bellinor asked, confused. "No, there's a big difference; our princess has red and fine gold lines in her irises, giving the illusion of gold orange. The four remaining bloodlines are Orange, the Guild of Valencia; Yellow, the Guild of Blane; Green, the Guild of Bercilak; and Blue, the Guild of Cobalt.” “I see,” Bellinor answered unconfidently, still trying to absorb all the information Draven had just shared with him. He was surprised to have learned this news about his lineage.

I say. The wall shifts. A seam appears. Then a door. My breath catches, sharp and fast. “So this is what you hid,” I whisper. Inside is not wealth. Not weapons. Not artifacts. It is true. Files. Records. Bloodline charts. Names written in careful script. Generations mapped like constellations. My hands shake as I reach for the first folder. VALE LINEAGE - PRIMARY ALPHA BLOOD. My vision blurs. “No,” I breathe. “Primary?”

The man I had always looked up to, the one I considered a hero, now appeared to be someone else. "What are you saying?" Feeling ill to my stomach, I murmured. With a regretful tone, Aiden stated, "I'm saying that the blood that flows through your veins is the same blood that flows through Azrak's." We are here because of the agreement your father made. You must now decide what to do.

"You honor us with your presence, but tell me, what do you seek to reclaim? A seat before men who remember your mother as a distant memory? Or a place among the living? You must understand: this fortress holds bloodlines older than the West itself. We are not easily swayed by mere names." "I seek our legacy," Julian replied resolutely, his voice unwavering. "Shao-mei deserves that we honor her memory, not let it fade like a forgotten story. The Vane name carries weight, but it is the Lin blood that flows through my veins. I’m here to restore balance and to harness the power that comes with it. Strength is drawn from both my bloodlines not to erase them but to unite them." The Elder's eyes na