Bloodlines Walkthrough Novels & Stories

Not on land. Not through ley lines. Through blood. I stagger upright. Ashcroft’s eyes sharpen. “You can’t anchor without foundation.” “You’re right.” I press my palm to the earth. But I don’t reach downward. I reach inward. The baby. Asher. Kade. Kieran. Three divine carriers. Bloodline. Not geography. If ley lines can be severed— Blood can replace them. It’s dangerous. Terrifying. But it’s the only option. “Isla, don’t,” Morgan whispers.

I asked, rubbing my hands together gently. "I'm not sure, Rufus. I'm still trying to piece everything together," Lillian responded, walking back to the table and picking up one of the bottles, shaking it vigorously. I hesitated for a moment before finally asking the question that had been on my mind. "Um... Lillian, is there a chance that the white wolf with the blood of a wolf could also be my mate?" Lillian's hand, which had been shaking the bottle, suddenly stopped midway. She looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Why do you ask?" she paused, her eyebrows furrowing as if I had done something wrong.

~ Jari-Einar Colborn ~ Hazel was softly groaning when my beta rushed past her, head down like a remorseful puppy. I jogged to the bottom of the steps where she had flown into the wall and knelt down beside her body. She had crumpled up from the pain, blood darkening her light brown hair. I noticed there was also a small pool forming beneath her arm, but took it one step at a time. Doc, I need your assistance. Top priority; it is my mate.

In the middle of the room, there was a stone palette with twin figures carved in it. One was the old Silver Veil symbol. The other was a name. CRESSIDA. A third row flashed dimly beneath it: Phase IV Procedure: Bloodline Echo Remand into play. I felt Damien, standing behind me, go stiff. Bloodline echo. It wasn’t only about rousing her. This was about connecting her to someone whose blood she shared. Her half-brother. Damien. Cressida perched delicately on the lip of the stone slab, fingertips hovering over the ancient markings.

We split up, each taking a different section. I found myself in the genealogy records, pulling down heavy books filled with family trees and bloodlines. Most of it was written in fading text that was difficult to read, but I forced myself to focus, scanning page after page for any mention of Bloodmoon lineage.

“There are two more bloodlines I haven’t called. They’re wolves… just like us.” The room goes silent, chests hammering. Eyes locked on her. “The Blue Crescent blood…” She begins describing the mark. My heart drops. “Could… could you read that again?” I stammer, eyes wide. “You can read,” she hisses, sliding the book toward me. “Go ahead.” I grab it, my hands tremble as I read the line again. And again. And again. Then I flip the page, I see the pictures of the bloodlines with their new and marks.

I gave in. I opened it. Near the middle, there was a blank page. Completely empty—until a single tear fell onto it. I hadn’t even realized I was crying. The ink bloomed slowly, like blood seeping into fabric. Letters began to curl into place, old and strange. “Summoning of the Womb’s Blood.” Only through her grief can the bloodline be restored. I froze. More lines bled onto the page, soft yet laced with fury: “Let the bearer of the inherited wound summon the first gate.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

"Angelina and the child in her belly are the true bloodline of the Falcone family!" “Anyone who touches anything knows the consequences.” The doctor finally gave up in despair, shaking his head apologetically. "I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do." Having already crawled out of hell, I refused to give up on even the slimmest chance for my child's survival. Enduring the tearing pain, I took Leo's satellite phone with a trembling hand. I dialed the number I had once sworn never to call again. It was my brother Stephan's private line.

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?"