Bloodlines Novel Novels & Stories

Robert suddenly implored to her surprise as she peered at him with mixed expressions. Her eyes lessened as the anger in her reduced, confused eyes flickering around. Mega glanced at him, her mind drifting apart in havoc, she stood still as his question ran through her mind. He is right, why did she save him? She had no idea. Her mind drifted back to that day she saw him lying lifeless on the ground deep in the woods with blood dripping from his chest. At first, she was scared and confused at his sight because she hadn't come in contact with a human after she and the other witches ran away from their reach. Endowed with doubts, she moved closer to his body and quickly recognized him as the pr

My house was still burning and I came out from its depth, stood there for a moment in dark, watching it burn to the ground the one mighty Jonas villa was now burning to ashes, who might have wondered if this could be the way for the tragic end of the Jonas Dynasty. When I was looking at my burning house I could hear the voices of celebration from the house next door, it was all sort of happy screams of congratulation, it was the Forbes, celebrating the death and defeat of my family but they were unaware the eldest son of the dynasty was still alive and he would not rest until he make all those people pay their debts who are responsible for his family’s death and in that moment I decided tha

Kaelric let go of her shoulders and took a step backward, clenching his hand into a tight fist, his fingernails reopening the knife cut. “How did you carry my seed without a divination?! Without a ritual?!” “—I don’t—” “Where are you from, which kingdom do you serve?!” “I-I can't remember.” She whimpered, shaking her head. He raised a fist to his lips and sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he tried to piece together the blank pages but it further enraged him to decipher how a slave’s womb could nurture a king’s blood, not just any blood: Dragonblood.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

I said, and Saga visibly shuddered. “There’s something seriously wrong with that guy,” Saga said, and William put his arm around her. “Can’t I just alter his memories?” “I’m not sure if that would work. The royal bloodlines are different, somehow. We’re less affected by powers,” I said. Malachi, Jessica, Kiran, and Adara had opted to eat dinner in my dining room, as they worked through the ledgers and books I gave them. Kiran also didn’t want to lose his temper and kill Rupprecht. I had agreed with that last part. It would be safer for everyone. Jessica had just laughed and said he might just break his neck the first time Rupprecht sniffed in any of their directions.

“There are two more bloodlines I haven’t called. They’re wolves… just like us.” The room goes silent, chests hammering. Eyes locked on her. “The Blue Crescent blood…” She begins describing the mark. My heart drops. “Could… could you read that again?” I stammer, eyes wide. “You can read,” she hisses, sliding the book toward me. “Go ahead.” I grab it, my hands tremble as I read the line again. And again. And again. Then I flip the page, I see the pictures of the bloodlines with their new and marks.

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.

Bloodlines, death lines, ghost lines. *** Dawn bled into grey. The world outside felt unclean. Rain turned to sleet. The sky flickered with low thunder like buried drums. Savannah stood barefoot in the foyer, the cold tiles sending electric shocks up her spine. She clutched her phone, her thumb trembling over the screen. Her lungs refused air. She opened the Notes app. Magnolia’s twin survived. Weston erased her. Elira—Observer—is only half our story. Gamma exists. She’s real. She remembers.

“She’s terrifying!” Hero said. “That doesn’t seem like Zayne! He’s possessed by his father’s spirit!” Dylan exclaimed, earning a smack from Hero. “Damn! Bloodline really makes a difference! Look at him—Gray lineage, the sharpest in business, while Claire’s lineage carries noble blood and excels in combat!” The two fell silent when Zekiel shot them a glare, so they quietly followed him to the hideout. When they arrived, the child reached up to his father.