Bloodlines Mead Novels & Stories

Not on land. Not through ley lines. Through blood. I stagger upright. Ashcroft’s eyes sharpen. “You can’t anchor without foundation.” “You’re right.” I press my palm to the earth. But I don’t reach downward. I reach inward. The baby. Asher. Kade. Kieran. Three divine carriers. Bloodline. Not geography. If ley lines can be severed— Blood can replace them. It’s dangerous. Terrifying. But it’s the only option. “Isla, don’t,” Morgan whispers.

she said to him. “The vials are on the table,” I said to her, and she picked them up. Dr. Foirbeis handed her an empty vial and she mixed half of our blood together. “Once I start the spell, the blood will turn white and gold, which signifies the blood bond to the mother, then it will change to the father’s colors, before returning back to red,” Gwyneth said, and I nodded.

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 added, considering what I'd learned of human bloodlines over the last few months, " make them all Madrigals." Madrigals were the last of the human fae bloodline - rumored to be more beatuiful, more ethreal, simply more. Worthy of dragonkind. THe round man in front of me paled, wringing his hands as his beady eyes darted around the room. The scent rolling off of him was unpleasant and worsening by the second. He stuttered "Sir, um, your lordship-" I cut him off. "Good lord, man, spit it out already. I don't have all day," I growled.

“Do you want to tell her, or should I?” Mimi shook her head, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “Dylan, please don’t do this—” “She deserves to know,” Dylan interrupted sharply. He turned back to Mia, his expression softening just slightly. “Mia, the reason they’re after you is because of your bloodline. You’re more connected to this world than you realize.” “My bloodline?” Mia repeated, her voice rising. She felt like the ground beneath her had been yanked away. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m just—”