Bloodlines Steam Novels & Stories

“It should. The prophecy speaks of bloodlines, not titles. Lynix carries the resurrection fire… your line, female-led or not, holds it. Your bite will count.” Relief flickered, but doubt lingered. “I need her blood. Her bite. Just once. Not war. One act to save us all. To save my mates. My pup.” I’ll… I’ll speak to her,” Ethan said, voice thick with conflict. “But I can’t promise anything. She guards our peace fiercely. The last time we helped in a war… we lost a lot of wolves.” “But if she agrees… I could get you three vials, one from each bloodline, mixed together… it might carry the same essence. The bite is symbolic of unity, but the blood is the key.”

Filing it away. "Then let me speak plainly," he says. "The Silverborne bloodline is the most significant discovery in pack history in three generations. Blood River wants a formal alliance. The strongest kind." His eyes settle on me. "A mating bond between our lines would give both packs something neither currently has alone." "And what's that?" I say.

“About Adrian.” My heart stops. “The turning,” Vera says gently. “It’s not permanent. Not completely.” I stare. “What do you mean?” “There’s a cure,” Lucira says. “One cure. The blood of the true mate, willingly given under the Bloodline Eclipse. Royal hybrid blood offered with love can burn the sire bond away forever.” I sit up too fast, head spinning. “You’re saying if I give him my blood during the eclipse…” “He’ll be free,” Vera finishes. “Human again. Or as close as he can get.”

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

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.

He pulled her into his arms, his palm sliding down the curve of her waist before grabbing her ass without restraint. Mia's cheeks flushed, but her body only pressed closer in submission, and yet Marco's eyes never once left me. "You're unhappy? You think I didn't care about you these three years? A man out there risks getting shot. Some things aren't within my control. "This time when I came back, the Godfather personally promised to put the docks under my management. I want you to obey my orders and continue being my mistress." I shook my head and said, word by word, "I'm already pregnant. I carry the Godfather's bloodline."

Instead, I pulled the first tome free, dust cascading onto my bare skin. The pages were written in a mix of old Sanctuary script and something far older wild, jagged runes that made my blood sing. I read by the faint green glow of my own veins. “The Omega bloodlines were cultivated over centuries. Not to slay the Entity, but to perfect it. A vessel of pure obedience and ancient power, capable of containing its full hunger. The Stone Lord’s line was chosen as anchor. When the vessel bonds and then betrays, the double sacrifice will birth the Entity anew stronger, eternal.”

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

When they moved into the slaves tents which separated the people viewing the ladies in shackles and blindfolded that rose Themis eyebrows up and when she realized what was about to happen. “You will not buy me a slave as a companion. These are my people.” Themis argues as Cale cuts in. “No they are not, they are from Idrom, I made sure of it.” Cale voiced “They are from the tribes, they are my people. I refuse to buy one of them.” I argued as Orel nodded. “That is good since, I will be buying her and gifting her to you as a gift.” Orel said in a firm voice not up for changing.

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.