Bloodlines Novel Novels & Stories

I was trapped in the past, buried in these damn history books like I was trying to dig up my own answers from centuries ago. My fingers flipped another fragile page, the parchment delicate beneath my touch. The text was faded in some areas, but the heading caught my eye: The Blood Legacy of the Bluestone Alpha Line. I leaned in, my eyes scanning every word like it might tell me something new. I’d already pieced together most of it from Ava, Christian, and Tyler over the past few days. But hearing it from their lips wasn’t the same as reading it with my own eyes. The Second Life Gene.

Declan leaned closer as he scanned the content page. “We’ll have to go through it and see if any match what happened today,” he said quietly, Layana nodded as she reached over to her bedside lamp, touching it, “Brighten,” she said, the lamp instantly brightened, sitting back Declan began skimming the pages, Layana too hoping anything would help. “Do you really think it’s a forbidden bloodline?” “Why else would your father hide it?” He had a point, “What happens to those who have a forbidden bloodline?” she asked cautiously

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

Her voice was steady, but I could see her fingers trembling slightly at the edges of the pages. I walked over, my bare feet cold on the stone floor. I looked down at the first page. It was an official bloodline classification document, stamped with the heavy gold seal of the High Council. It looked old, the edges yellowed and brittle, but the ink was still sharp. "What is this?" I asked, though my throat was already tightening. "Read," Elara whispered. "Start at the top." I read. The Noven Bloodline: Classification Tier One. Direct Alpha Lineage.

The parchment caught fire, curling inward like a dying heart. Kk“From this day forward,” Bianca declared, “we write our legacy not in blood, but in ink. Not in conquest, but in memory.” Her words rippled through the room. Luna stepped forward, a new scroll in hand blank, except for the first line written in her own careful script: ‘The Bloodline Begins Anew.’ Bianca smiled faintly and nodded. “Then let it begin with you.” She reached into the fire and pressed her palm briefly into the heat. The girls gasped but when Bianca drew her hand back, there was no wound. Only a faint shimmer of silver light beneath her skin.

"Would you like to address that, Bianca?" I stood. Met his gaze. Then turned to the table. "I've been studying," I said. "Not that anyone at this table would recognize the word." Laughter. Some shocked. Some entertained. I smiled, but not with humor. "I've been tracing old alliances. Looking into the real bloodlines that shaped our family. And do you know what I've found?" Matteo shifted, uncomfortable. I tilted my head. "Rot. Hidden beneath silk." The room quieted.

What I was capable of when someone took what was mine. I walked out of the room, down the stairs and into my office. I pulled off my shirt, and took a cigarette. I walked to the window, watching rain pour from the dark skies. Somewhere out there, Alexei has Irina. He was probably holding her, touching her, claiming what should have been mine. My reflection stared back at me from the glass. My eyes were cold, empty and dangerous. This was no longer about laws. Or councils. This was about blood.

Bloodlines. They move like chapters of a story being rearranged. White. Black. Silver. Red. All of them bending, branching, recombining and above them, something vast and formless coils like a crown being forged from smoke. > Not yet, it whispers. But soon. ~~~~~~~~~ I wake with a gasp, and the bond snaps tight. Brynn is already sitting up, eyes silver-bright, chest heaving like he was dragged out of deep water. Frynn’s hand clamps around mine, grounding, solid, here.

I then let out a soft sigh of relief as I knew that they would not approve and would try to talk me out of what I was thinking of doing. I haven’t had any real rest since I lost Romeo during the war with the S.D.E, with having and looking after our twins, Brandyn and Georgina, the dream-walking to get me close to him once more, the protection of the future Queen and finally the fight I had with the two Beta’s the spell I’m about to do is going to drain me to near death, if not past it. However; with just the glimpses of the females I had as I passed I know that most of them wouldn’t survive much longer without a helping healing hand. I close my eyes and visualize my Bloodlines Book of Power,

The leather binding was cracked with age, the pages yellowed at the edges. "This is for you," she said, her voice measured and calm, betraying nothing of what she might think of me or my situation. "You'll want to read it soon." "What is it?" I stood, drawing closer but not touching the book. Something about it radiated importance, and I wasn't sure I was ready for more revelations. She tapped the leather-bound cover with one long, elegant finger. Bloodlines of the Forgotten. My breath caught, the words hanging in the air between us like a challenge.