Bloodlines Steam Novels & Stories

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.

On the night her pack's alpha publicly rejects her for another woman, Seraphina Vale expects humiliation. She doesn't expect a death sentence. Stripped of her mate bond and left without protection, Sera watches Kael Draven name Isolde Kane his true Luna in front of the entire pack, and within hours, Isolde has convinced Blackthorn's elders that a rejected mate with no rank and no defender is nothing but a liability. Bound and dragged into the forest to be killed on her own alpha's order, Sera expects that to be the end of her story. Instead, a stranger cuts down her executioners without hesitation and claims her before she can say a single word in protest. Lucian Voss, alpha of a rival famil

She stopped herself. Not her what? She thought of Marcus. Of Elena. The form of Lydia's smile. She remembered the night when everything changed, the night nobody was to remember. “No, no, no,” said Ava, shaking her head. "That doesn't mean anything." However, it did not erase the words on the screen. “Bloodline,” she read again. “It is possible that strangers can match, but not very common. Rare.” Her hands began to shake. "If I matched..." she said and could not complete the sentence.

“Before Nightbane. Before Silver Creek. Before the packs divided themselves into separate territories.” She stepped toward the cracked altar slowly, her fingers brushing across ancient markings etched into the stone. “There were once two ruling bloodlines,” she continued. “One carried authority strong enough to command wolves. The other carried the ability to strengthen and stabilize that power.” My stomach tightened. I already knew where this was going. Seris looked at me. “Silver Creek descended from one line,” she said softly. Then her gaze shifted toward Kael. “Nightbane descended from the other.” Silence filled the chamber again.

Nothing about girls like me. I put it back and grabbed another one. Rare Bloodlines. My heart picked up speed, thinking maybe this was it. But when I opened it, it just listed old names and pack symbols and what Alpha sons had carried special gifts. I wasn’t even from a famous bloodline, as far as I knew. I didn’t even have a wolf.

Chapter 20: Bloodline and Bypass "Stop," Thalen hissed, his hand shooting out to lock around Zeyric’s wrist with a grip so tight the bones clicked together in the freezing gloom of Malakor’s antechamber. "Do you feel that? The threshold ward isn’t just keyed to faculty mana signatures. It’s a literal blood-gate. It reads lineage."

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

Kael shielded himself, but I was already moving—free, alive, burning. The corridor outside was chaos. Sirens blared. Guards ran toward me, weapons raised, but the power within me reacted faster. Their bullets dissolved midair. I moved like lightning, my body guided by instinct I didn’t understand. Each guard that touched me fell unconscious, energy drawn from them like mist. Kael followed, unhurried, his voice echoing through the burning halls. “You still don’t understand what you carry. That bloodline you cling to—it’s older than the packs. Older than wolves.”

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.

“She’s good for him and he’s good for her.” “Just tell Arya not to call me ‘daddy’,” Hudson said. “Fuck, Hudson,” Gage said, but his lips curled up in a smile. The conversation turned back to the Chinese, their locations, safe houses that we’d discovered and their main source of income, which were drugs. Between Wrath and Hamil, they’d gotten us a shitload of information we needed to work through. We would strike back, here in the city, in Briarwood and the surrounding areas and anywhere else they tried to hide. We were going to eliminate an entire bloodline, like Dominic had done with the Italian Mafia 23 years earlier.