Bloodlines Walkthrough Novels & Stories

The basement air was stale, smelling of mold and old wine. Park, limping and flanked by Min and Baek, led them to a heavy steel door behind the wine racks. There was a keypad. "Open it," Min ordered, pressing the gun to Park’s spine. Park punched in the code. 7-7-1-9. The heavy bolts retracted with a groan, and then the door swung open. Min’s heart was in his throat. This was it. The end of the nightmare.

Gideon called out, "Tanya, you need to see this." We walked over to him and Liam. They were looking at a section of burned ground. Someone had tried to burn something recently. Gideon picked up a piece of paper with his fingers. It was another page with my name and a sketch of a crimson wolf. There were notes around it in handwriting: "Blood of the line. Final key.. Nothing." My stomach dropped. I looked at Gideon. "She's planning to use my bloodline for the ritual. Not just as a backup. If the ritual is still damaged, she'll force it with me."

“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 soul drifted back to my room. When I saw the notebook on the desk, memories surged forward. When I was ten years old,the Black Hawk Coven held its once-every-decade Bloodline Awakening. That day determined every vampire’s future standing within the Coven,as well as the upper limit their bloodline could ever reach. Leo went first. His bloodline manifested as the shadow of jet-black blood wings,a sign of power and administrative potential. Father looked at him without hiding his pride. When it was Olivia’s turn,

I started walking, and Grimshaw fell into step beside me without being asked to. "She keeps detailed records. Bloodline records, mostly-lineage charts, ward markings, things that go back generations. I need everything she has on the Guardian lines. All of it. Every page." "And if she's not in the mood to share?" I didn't answer right away. I thought about the thick fog of darkness and the Dractharis I'd just spoken to. I gave them the absolute guarantee that the Guardians were gone. It needed to stay true. I had to double check. Even triple check to confirm there was no residual Guardian bloodline in existence.

She was only brutally honest. The wolf princess walked further into the hallway until she was right in front of Carys’s room. “If you are going to open this door, do it quickly." Her shoulders went up to signal that her hands were hurting. Carys’s ended up opening the door, and Lyra marched in fiercely, dropping several books onto the table. “Pack bloodlines. Court alliances. Noble territories,” Lyra listed. “You need to learn who wants you gone.” Carys stared at the books blankly. “That sounds exhausting.”

I read the text three times. Each time it says the same thing. It matches Lucia. Dara's daughter in Santa Fe. A teacher. Bloodline one, the root, the founding contribution, seven generations of continuous cultivation twelve miles from Mira Seca. And something else. Something that doesn't match any of the seven original bloodlines. Something that matches my eight-month-old daughter. I text Pren back. How is that possible? Lucia's additional profile comes from the Sinclair bloodline combined with the evolved founding line. How does a teacher in Santa Fe carry something that matches that?

" he yelled. "She knows enough!" Rryan yelled back. "It is Done! I have mated with her and she bares my mark!" then he spoke softer, "My bloodline will remain pure, just as yours did all those years ago, is it not the same as what you, did with her mother. Was she not also your ... " he cleared his throat.. "Mate too?" She is the only one I will even want or need." with that, his father grew silent.

The lights surged blinding white. Every avatar whispered at once: “We see you.” Bram kicked the subjunction room door open. The place was a nightmare: a nest of cables coiled like throbbing veins. He pulled out his cutters. “Ines, confirm: cut the red bus first?” “No,” Ines snapped. “If you cut the red first, you’ll overload the auxiliary line and fry Liora.” “Okay, so… blue?” “No!” “Well give me a color, woman!” “Grey feeds first. Then blue. Then the thick black one. In that order.”

"Okay, listen to me! A standard relay uses the green line as a disarm, but Troy is smart! He knows how standard tech works! Do not cut the green line!" "Which one do I pull, Beck?!" Jared screamed, his bloody fingers trembling over the bundle as the timer hit 00:28. "Tell me!" "The blue one!" Beck yelled back. "Pick the blue line! I believe it’s an inverted circuit! We don't have a choice!" Jared stared at the wires through his tear-filled eyes. The red numbers ticked down: 00:25... 00:24... 00:23... "Fuck it!" Jared roared.