Bloodlines Slayer Novels & Stories

His gaze is locked on her. “Go on,” he says. Emory draws in a breath. “There are six bloodlines. Three wolf. Three hunter. Each one connected to the survival — or destruction — of our world. You, Lucian. Malakar. And me — we’re the wolf bloodlines.” I feel Malakar stiffen beside me. I glance over at him, but his face remains calm. Controlled. “And the hunters?” Velara asks, voice sharp.

No more running. He held it out to me. The shadow writhed, screaming, reaching for the heart with tendrils of darkness. Cassian cut them down, his blade singing. Theron tore them apart, his jaws snapping. Lysander held the creature at bay with the dagger's light, its pale blue glow pushing back the shadows. I raised the Kingslayer. The symbols blazed—not just blue and white, but gold now, the gold of Kaelen's bloodline, the gold of my father's sacrifice.

The two pupils in Wang Ji's eyes changed color from black to reddish-orange with the shape of a blazing flame. “Brother Zhou, Bloodline is a term for someone who still has the bloodline of a clan. As we know, a group is called a Clan because they share the same bloodline. A Blood Line will allow someone to have certain abilities without going through a training process. Yes, because this ability just flows in their bloodstream.”

“Then we train. We grow. And when he strikes, we will be ready. But never alone. Never without each other.” Kira purred softly, guiding me as the darkness settled, not defeated, but restrained. I took a shaky breath, letting the power pulse through me without consuming me. For the first time, I tasted the thrill of control—and the danger of the shadows that were always, inevitably, a part of me. And deep down, beneath the pride and relief, a whisper ran through my veins, cold and sharp: This is only the beginning. But for what though? What's the bloodline he talked about? I must find it out before it's too late...

A pause. “And more than them.” That made Sylvie’s eyes narrow. “What does that mean?” The priestess hesitated again. And Sylvie didn’t like that. Not one bit. “…Say it.” “That bloodline,” the priestess said slowly, “is hunted.” The word echoed. Hunted. Sylvie’s chest tightened. “…By who?” The priestess looked at her carefully. “By those who fear what it can do.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only safe one.”

“I was told to destroy this journal. I refused. Too many lives have been lost because the truth was buried.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the page. Whoever had written this had been afraid. I continued. “The First Blood Heir is not simply an heir to a throne. The child carries blood from two ancient Alpha lines. One line belongs to Blackthorn. The other belongs to a bloodline that the elders believed had disappeared.” I stopped. Blackthorn. Ronan's pack. My heart began beating faster. I read the sentence again. Two Alpha bloodlines. I thought about the portrait.

Kael was asleep now, cradled in a nurse’s arms outside the door. Silas turned to face me fully. “Tell me. I have a right to know.” I exhaled slowly. I couldn’t keep lying. Not anymore. “It’s the bloodline,” I said, voice quiet. “It’s in me… and it’s in them.” “What bloodline?” I glanced around, then pulled him into the hallway. The fluorescent lights above buzzed quietly as we stood just outside the chaos we had left behind. “Marcus Draco.” His jaw tightened. “The warlock who vanished two decades ago. Some say he died. Others think he went mad.”

That image was evidence of Bloodline Manifestation. Bloodline Manifestation was not a skill or power per se; it was a force. It was a force that was born from the bloodline of a Beastman and it only appeared in Beastmen carrying a high level of their ancestor’s bloodline. It was similar to aura in the sense that not everyone could use it; however, unlike aura the determining factor for using Bloodline Manifestation was not luck, but bloodline purity. Bloodline Manifestation had many uses, but the most prominent one was Suppression. That was the ability Kylie had subconsciously used against Aiden. Suppression was just as it’s name implied. It forced one to bow before a possessor of a Bloodlin

"So far in the history of mankind, only three times have people on the surface faced dragons, and only one dragon has been slain. It was a Duke that killed the dragon. His family, the Greens, are one of those with bloodline skills. It is an art very powerful enough to separate the powerful families from the weak ones in the empire, an art strong enough for someone to reach the level of a Duke. There was only one person who could possess it in the family, and Evans Green is the only one with it." "I know the group that has arrived is their adventuring team, and I know you will face them soon, and you will not have any difficulty taking care of them, but I wish to remind you of one thing. In t

He said kissing me good night. I slept peacefully beside him and I had a terrible nightmare of someone chasing me and trying to kill me. "She is the last bloodline, kill her at once and set me free at once." "No, let me be, please, don't hurt me, please."