Bloodlines Mead Novels & Stories

“I didn’t hear you.” “I’ve been told I walk quietly.” She smiled. “I suppose working around council members teaches you that.” “I guess.” She glanced toward the shelf. “Bloodlines?” “Oh.” I quickly pulled my hand back. “I was just browsing.” “They’re fascinating.” “Are they?” “Oh, absolutely.” She stepped beside me. “There are families who can trace their lineage back nearly a thousand years.” “Really?” She nodded. “The old bloodlines carried unusual traits.” My heartbeat quickened. “Like what?”

Albert looked up sharply. “But Athena is gone.” “Bloodlines don’t die with bodies,” I murmured. “Cess is her son. I’m her mate. And you… you carry my mark. My magic. Which means my lineage touches your child too.” Albert stiffened. Eyes widening, breath trembling. “Bibi Kamwe doesn’t just want me dead,” I continued. “She wants the bloodline erased. Permanently. She sees Athena’s name in me, Cess… and now in our child.”

“About Adrian.” My heart stops. “The turning,” Vera says gently. “It’s not permanent. Not completely.” I stare. “What do you mean?” “There’s a cure,” Lucira says. “One cure. The blood of the true mate, willingly given under the Bloodline Eclipse. Royal hybrid blood offered with love can burn the sire bond away forever.” I sit up too fast, head spinning. “You’re saying if I give him my blood during the eclipse…” “He’ll be free,” Vera finishes. “Human again. Or as close as he can get.”

Deep crimson shot through with starlight silver. “I think we’re past reading signs,” I murmur. “We’re living inside the spell.” Signe moves to the far wall, examining the carved names along the edge. She frowns. “I don’t recognize any of these names. Do you?” I walk over to join her and blink in confusion. “Most of these... they’re wolf bloodlines,” I murmur. “Old ones.” I swallow deeply. “Some of them are mine.” She looks up sharply.

“You’ve already tried to delay the inevitable, Adrian. What could possibly make me reconsider?” Adrian took a deep breath, the weight of what he was about to reveal nearly crushing him. “I found her" he finally revealed, "The divine bloodline" his words hung heavy on everyone. At first, his father thought he didn't hear properly, but soon Adrian added. "I found the legendary bloodline that’s been spoken of in the oldest tales. It’s real… and I know where it is.” The room fell into a stunned silence. Even the witch doctor, who had been prepared to leave with the king, stopped in his tracks, his dark eyes widening with interest. King Jackson stared at Adrian, disbelief flickering across his fa

I replied. “And?” Meena asked. I finally looked her way. Her expression was unreadable. But there was something beneath it. Something more like when you're calculating. Because tell me why the only response was ‘and?’ “Tell me, Meena, what do you mean ‘and’?” I asked. She lightly raised and lowered her shoulders. “I mean… weak bloodlines don't last, Kane,and you know that.” A wave of tension washed overme, constricting my chest. Stronger this time.

She then gave it to him too, his brows furrowed in apprehension. “What's it babe?” I asked curiously. “War is coming, we should be ready.” “So we'd go now.” Anita said, pulling Martha out of the office. “What did they steal, Kael?” His blood shot eyes peered at me. “The Bloodline scroll.” “What's that?” He heaved a sigh of worry and said. “It's a powerful and ancient scroll that was used to find the direct lineage of any wolf alive. All that is needed is blood.”

That image was evidence of Bloodline Manifestation. Bloodline Manifestation was not a skill or power per se; it was a force. It was a force that was born from the bloodline of a Beastman and it only appeared in Beastmen carrying a high level of their ancestor’s bloodline. It was similar to aura in the sense that not everyone could use it; however, unlike aura the determining factor for using Bloodline Manifestation was not luck, but bloodline purity. Bloodline Manifestation had many uses, but the most prominent one was Suppression. That was the ability Kylie had subconsciously used against Aiden. Suppression was just as it’s name implied. It forced one to bow before a possessor of a Bloodlin

I read the text three times. Each time it says the same thing. It matches Lucia. Dara's daughter in Santa Fe. A teacher. Bloodline one, the root, the founding contribution, seven generations of continuous cultivation twelve miles from Mira Seca. And something else. Something that doesn't match any of the seven original bloodlines. Something that matches my eight-month-old daughter. I text Pren back. How is that possible? Lucia's additional profile comes from the Sinclair bloodline combined with the evolved founding line. How does a teacher in Santa Fe carry something that matches that?

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.