Bloodlines Steam Novels & Stories

I said, and Saga visibly shuddered. “There’s something seriously wrong with that guy,” Saga said, and William put his arm around her. “Can’t I just alter his memories?” “I’m not sure if that would work. The royal bloodlines are different, somehow. We’re less affected by powers,” I said. Malachi, Jessica, Kiran, and Adara had opted to eat dinner in my dining room, as they worked through the ledgers and books I gave them. Kiran also didn’t want to lose his temper and kill Rupprecht. I had agreed with that last part. It would be safer for everyone. Jessica had just laughed and said he might just break his neck the first time Rupprecht sniffed in any of their directions.

“This is manipulation.” “Maybe,” I whispered back. “But so were the elders.” The woman heard that. A faint smirk touched her lips. “You feel it, don’t you?” she asked me quietly. “In your own veins.” My heart stuttered. The grandmother’s words echoed in my mind. You carry it too. “That’s impossible,” I said—but it sounded weaker now. The silver-haired woman shook her head gently. “Bloodlines don’t disappear. They bury themselves. They wait.” A sharp cry cut through the air.

None of them looked surprised, which meant either they'd been expecting something like this or word traveled faster than I thought. He walked us through it without any of the things I might have expected. He filled a basin from a clay vessel of spring water that came from the pack's sacred spring, the same one that fed the clearing. He laid a thin length of wolf-silver thread across the edge of the basin, and he spoke a few words in the old language. "The water reads bloodlines," Eli said. He looked at both of us. "When it moves toward joined hands, it confirms a shared bond. When it carries the silver, it maps the lineage. What's there will show. What's not there won't appear."

I don't know," I said honestly. I pressed my hand more firmly against Sera's face. The bloodline was running. Still redirected inward around the twins. I thought about the journal. ‘The hardest part is not the danger itself. The danger has a shape and shapes can be managed.’ And the other entry. Further back. The one I had read the first time and categorized as historical context rather than practical instruction. ‘The carrier's bloodline does not only seal and break and speak in the old language. It maintains. It gives back what has been taken by the things that feed on it. The wolves the Rogue King took from us before he had a name. They were not destroyed,they were depleted. The carrier's

"You honor us with your presence, but tell me, what do you seek to reclaim? A seat before men who remember your mother as a distant memory? Or a place among the living? You must understand: this fortress holds bloodlines older than the West itself. We are not easily swayed by mere names." "I seek our legacy," Julian replied resolutely, his voice unwavering. "Shao-mei deserves that we honor her memory, not let it fade like a forgotten story. The Vane name carries weight, but it is the Lin blood that flows through my veins. I’m here to restore balance and to harness the power that comes with it. Strength is drawn from both my bloodlines not to erase them but to unite them." The Elder's eyes na

Paul's brow furrowed as he prepared to clear the air. "Our trust company always plays by the book. Mr. Smith's investment fell short of the 2.1 billion dollar mark, so by the letter of the law, that 1.8 billion isn't trust money–it's part of Smith Beverage Group's assets. "The rules are clear: only the Smith Group's heir can touch that cash, and that heir is Ms. Smith. She's the one and only rightful owner of the 1.8 billion." Ethan was floored, barely able to whisper, "No way! How on earth could Lily have access to that money?"

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."

"It’s over. Sign the scrolls. I’ve granted you the Graves Glass Estate and the territorial rights to the Nightwood House. Your monthly tribute from the Ironclaw Vaults is secured for the next five years. You keep the SUV, and your status as a protected lone wolf remains under my name until you find a new den." "I don't care about the vaults!" she screamed, the sound echoing off the stone walls. She slammed her hands onto the desk, leaning into his space. "I care about why my Alpha is standing across from me looking like he’s calculating a trade deal instead of talking to his mate. Talk to me!" "Look at the medical report on the desk," he commanded. "Read the scent markers." With trembling fi

Somehow, it was still a better option than ending up back with her father and brother. And why was Alpha Kai such a good friend to him? The Bridgewater pack was far from the Asran border, and there were very few trade routes into Venelia. It didn't seem likely that Evander had come to the southern Mating Ball to find a mate since, like her, he would be expecting his mate to be powerful and high ranking. Unless Alpha Kai had told Evander his suspicions about Sapphira's actual family and he had come especially. But why would the Alpha hand her over to Evander when the reward for returning her to her father would be higher? And there was no way he could have known that they were would-be mates.

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”