Bloodlines Novel Novels & Stories

Dina guessed that both Genad’s demon bloodline and angel bloodline were so thick and strong that they couldn’t mix and each flowed their separate ways like a stream diverged into two different waterfalls on meeting a landscape separating them. Both bloodlines were potent and too prideful to give a damn about each other and just flowed their separate paths which was why Genad had never suffered from their clashes. Had any of his bloodlines been lower than the other then it would be a different story, but both were equally strong and no one was higher or lower than the other, this caused a mutual consent between both bloodlines to flow their paths. Genad was originally more in touch with the d

My son was coming apart in my arms in the dark, and the only map out of it had been drawn by the man who wanted him dead. The silver was splitting Luca's skin faster than I could hold the doors. I had my forehead pressed to his, pouring everything I'd learned in three days of training into the threads of his blood, and it wasn't enough — I could feel the three bloodlines tearing at each other, each one wanting to be the only one, and the small body between them losing the war.

Another impossible ability. Another piece finally fitting together. The book continued. Page after page. Bloodline after bloodline. Wind. Stone. Water. Metal. Dream walking. Nature affinity. Empathic bonds. Some gifts had become common. Others had almost disappeared. Then... A section marked with faded black ink appeared. Lost Bloodlines Chaos immediately leaned closer. "I don't remember those." Neither did Order. The first entry made my heart skip. Space Shifters The page described an extinct—or supposedly extinct—bloodline capable of folding reality itself.

I had thrown that out there to stir the pot, but I did not expect Nelson and Yvonne's faces to go pale the moment the words left my mouth. Nelson forced a laugh. "Illegitimate kids? Come on, Ethan and the rest are my brother's children, too. They're Smiths just like us." However, Nelson looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I felt a jolt of suspicion. My eyes could not help but scan over Ethan and his siblings. That was when I saw it. My dad had double eyelids, a trait I had inherited. However, all three Ethans had single eyelids, just like Nelson.

"The Bloodbound will rise again." The dagger's light flared once, as if answering him. And far above the ruins, in the night sky, a murder of crows took flight - screaming into the dark.

“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.”

The woman’s face twisted in grief. “Forgive me,” she whispered. A tear fell. The massive silver tree absorbed it, light pulsing outward like a heartbeat. The vision shattered. I gasped as the pressure returned, heavier now, more insistent. THE BLOODLINE ENDS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE AWAKENS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE CHOOSES THROUGH YOU. My thoughts splintered. Faces I didn’t recognize flickered behind my eyes. Voices I’d never heard screamed in languages I somehow understood. Wars. Sacrifices. Promises made to moons that did not forgive.

"You'll see. You will realize that you are now mine. I will be the owner of your child. And you—well, you'll either voluntarily serve me or die. The world around me appeared to fall apart as she spoke. The air became darker and colder. I sensed that her power was increasing while mine was rapidly diminishing. There was no escape. Not in this manner. But then a notion came to me through the fog of my panic. The rogue had mentioned something about an old bloodline and my abilities. Is this the case? Was this what I had been looking forward to? I summoned something I didn't entirely grasp by reaching deep within myself with the last of my remaining strength. That ancient force was boiling to th

"You took another female to the dirt? At my sister’s wedding? On sacred ground?" "I did," he replied, his voice dropping an octave, the wolf beneath his skin finally stirring with a hint of shame. "The moon was high, the whiskey was spiked with wolfsbane, and I didn't use a suppressor. She’s carrying a pureblood heir. The test confirms the Graves lineage is dominant." "You told me we had years!" Serena’s vision blurred with hot, angry tears. "You said you wanted me all to yourself! That we didn't need to provide an heir for the council yet!"

Page after page revealed pieces of Diana I'd never known. She was afraid of something that was connected to me. The further I read, the colder I became. "The blood inside you is older than either territory. It is older than their war and hatred." I suddenly remembered the Hunter, the Crimson Bloodline alongside the blackouts and the involuntary shifts. Suddenly everything felt connected. My pulse quickened as I turned another page. I discovered the final page was missing...it had been ripped out. Someone had removed it deliberately. I searched the envelope again. There was nothing.