Bloodlines Of Illuminati Novels & Stories

Was Jace really Dominic’s adopted son—or was he something far more dangerous? A pawn. A weapon. The lost bloodline of the Chevre, raised in the heart of their enemy’s house. The implications twisted through the decades of bitter feud, alliances broken, and lives destroyed. Jace Grey was no accident. He was the result of a gamble played by men who dealt in secrets. And now, knowing the truth, the observer smiled—cold, calculating. The game had just changed.

"Good. Use that adrenaline to stay low. If they reach the server core before I can initiate the Final Audit, the Greene Street Collective is over. The murals, the housing, the legacy... it all becomes evidence in a federal RICO case." "What is the blood-merge, Silas?" I asked, my voice echoing off the reinforced steel walls. "The man upstairs... he said your families were 'merged'." Silas looked at the massive, circular door of the vault. It was a masterpiece of Victorian iron and modern biometric sensors. "My father and Julian’s father didn't just collaborate on a Swiss account, Willa. They realized that the only way to protect their empires was to ensure that the bloodlines were indistingu

"By the time the truth was realized, by the time they saw the puppet strings being pulled by the real powers orchestrating their downfall...it was already far too late." His expression twisted into a sneer of utter contempt. "The order had been decimated, their ranks reduced to a scattered, broken handful of survivors forced into hiding to escape the relentless purge of their birthright." Killian felt the weight of those words resonate through his very being. He could see the bigger picture now, the grand path that Enzo had been painstakingly piecing together for them as he related that crucial event. "We're the ones," he murmured, half to himself as he glanced between Seven and the unconsci

Lorenzo looked up at me. "Tell him," I urged quietly. Lorenzo looked at Killian steadily. "Jordan's father's bloodline," he disclosed carefully. "The Anchor combination. Your parents documented it as coming from his maternal line. Three generations back." He paused. "But this page documents the paternal line separately." He held Killian's gaze. "Your father's paternal bloodline traces back to the same origin point as this pack's founding line Killian." Killian stared at him. "What does that mean?" he questioned carefully.

Her hand came up and pressed against her own chest and she looked at the basin and then at me, and the expression on her face was the kind you couldn't fake. Eli straightened up. "The child carries two bloodlines," he said. He looked at Kaden. "Alpha bloodline, Dark Fangs line. And Vibrius." He looked at me. "Nothing else is here." "I'll give you a minute," and looked at the witnesses, and they followed him out without anyone needing to be asked twice. * * * Kaden stood in front of me and didn't move for a second. Then he pulled me in.

Eyes like coal dipped in ice. “If you’re watching this, it means they’ve turned. Not against you. Against the blood.” “I always knew Umbra would rise again. I just didn’t think it would rise through our own veins.” Don Emilio lit a match. Let it burn down to the tip before snuffing it. “There’s a kill code. Buried in the genome of our bloodline. It can only be activated once.” “It’s encoded in you, Lorenzo.” Lorenzo didn’t breathe.

I sit with that for a long moment. "Why are you telling me this now?" I ask. He looks at his hands again. "Because there is one more thing," he says. "Something I found in the oldest documentation. Something that predates my research by two centuries." He looks up. "The Nyther bloodline was not a natural evolution." I go completely still. "What?" "It was engineered," he says. "Two hundred years ago. By the first Bloodryn king." The world tilts slightly. "Say that again," I demand.

But instead of kissing me, as part of me had desperately wished, Lucas grasped my hand and interlaced our fingers. It was softer than any kiss would have been. And possibly more intimate. --- Later that night, I returned home to find Ethan sleeping peacefully, arms spread wide like wings across his bed. I sat beside him for a very, very long time, just watching him breathe. He didn't yet understand what bloodlines he carried. What heritage remained unspoken beneath his skin. I hadn't told him about Damien. Or about what it meant to be the secret of a powerful family's tale. But eventually, I would have to.

“The eyes. The jaw. I always wondered if I had siblings. Mother never talked much about him. Said he was complicated. Dangerous. She took the money and raised me alone.” Damien leaned forward his voice low. “He was dangerous. He hurt a lot of people. Including Ava here. We had no idea you existed until recently. A man named Julian showed us proof. He wants to use the bloodline for his family’s gain. We do not want that for you. Or for our daughter.” Charlotte sipped her coffee her hands steady. “Bloodline. That sounds like him. Always thinking about legacy. I paint. I live simple. I do not want his money or his name. But if there is a niece I would like to know her. Tell me about her.”

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."