Bloodlines Slayer Novels & Stories

They didn’t even draw their guns, remaining frozen in place. "I said I'm leaving." I tried again, but my voice slurred at the end. I didn’t drink to get drunk because it meant letting my guard down, signing my own death certificate. Back at the restaurant, I only had two glasses of wine, which I could handle perfectly. So why was my speech slurring? “The fuuuck are you doing?” I pointed my gun at the bald head. “Get your weapon.” The slur was getting worse, not better. “Don’t waste a bullet on him,” said Hades—or the twin that had appeared by his side. “Our work has already been done for us.”

The priest announced and the king made his way to him. A priest handed him a golden dagger and the king slit opened the middle of his palm with it. The priest held the chalice under the bleeding palm to collect the blood drops and the moment the blood touched the liquid, it turned scarlet red. "Now, I summon the female Seraphina, to give her blood to join the regal bond of the blood."

To slide behind him, use my invisibility, sink a blade into his spine before he even knew I was there. I stepped closer, raising my hand, anticipating the perfect kill. Or maybe even just add him to my collection of captives… I mean the Talon and Avalyn’s bloodline was already interesting to torture… wouldn’t it be fun to add a different bloodline? A new Lycan to the list? But then as I got closer, I got flashes of his moment with that stupid Scarlett… It reminded me so much of Talon… What if Asher could replace Talon?

I walked into the store, dropping off my hunting tools before stepping into the house to freshen up. I walked into the shower, turning on the knob. I pressed my hands against the wall, bowing my hair allowing the cold water to splatter on my head and drip down through my face. Aemond’s words still echoed in my mind as though he was standing behind me. I turned around wiping water off my face immediately but saw nothing. It was just me and my thoughts. “Lyra is the key. Her bloodline—do you even understand what that means? If she’s truly the one, your reign would not just be as Alpha—it would be as a god among men.”

Her father’s blood ran hot now within her even she was not entirely convinced that she was really the same blood as Antonio De Luca. Her grip was unshakable. The hunted girl was gone.

"Huh?" Shane muttered. He sensed three distinct bloodline powers converging within Ashton's palm. The lethal killing intent that radiated from Ashton's body made him shudder. To his surprise, he was also struck by an overwhelming sense of danger. "This brat…" Refusing to let Ashton complete the fusion, he dashed forward and drove his palm straight toward Ashton's heart. He was trying to suppress Ashton once and for all. "Go to hell!" Blood streaked down the corners of Ashton's eyes. His Sixfold Draconic Fist fused with the strength of the Wyvernborne and Phoenixborne bloodlines and was currently charging toward Shane.

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.

His smile just made everyone smile. “Guess what I found out from Cade?” He rubbed his hands together. “Not something bad I hope.” I squished my brows together. “Was it about my mom?” His smile dimmed just a little. “No, but I did learn some interesting things about hunters. More specifically, the fact that there were only three bloodlines.” My eyes widened in surprise. “Three? That’s not a very large number.” I started to feel some hope rise in my chest. “Yeah, three packs carry the bloodline, they were the Midnight Pack, the Trinity Pack, and the Daemon Pack.”

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.

She thought of the sterile laboratory she had seen in her dreams, the cold tables, and the sharp needles. "And there’s more," Rowan continued, his finger scrolling through the data. "He’s not alone. He has Elder Malrec with him. The Council has officially authorized a 'Bloodline Purge.' They aren't just coming for you and the baby. They are coming to level this entire mountain so the Silver lineage never rises again." The clearing went silent. Even the outcasts, who had been practicing their strikes nearby, stopped to listen. The news traveled through the camp like a cold shiver.