Broken Bloodlines Series Novels & Stories

It was strictly forbidden by the pack rules for any werewolf to remain in their tents during the morning work hours. _But who cares? The rules were meant for others, not me._ My name is Samantha Emberwood. I was born half-werewolf, half-nymph, under a special lineage of wolf known as Purebred. Unlike others of my kind who have the ability to transform and communicate directly with their wolves, Purebreds possess the ability to separate from their inner wolf, creating a special bond that grants us control and mastery over their abilities. In the entire Dawn Runner pack, I'm the only one born with the Purebred Bloodline. Rumor has it that I inherited my abilities from my birth mother. But the

“Was she there?” Draven didn’t answer immediately. Which terrified me more than if he had. Kaelor’s voice lowered slightly. “Draven.” Finally, he spoke. “Yes.” The room went cold. Rhydan frowned sharply. “There during what?” Draven looked directly at me now. “The night you were divided.” My breath caught. Arinya looked between all of us in confusion. “Divided how?” Nobody answered her. Because I still didn’t fully understand it myself. Draven stepped closer carefully. “There are some bloodlines born carrying too much of the old bond.”

This constant barrage of death and pain and loss. "Sera!" Raven was beside me suddenly, his hands on my shoulders. "What is it? What's wrong?" "The bloodline." I forced the words out past the pain. "Someone just died. I felt it. Felt them die." "Then you need to break it." Caspian was standing now, ignoring his own weakness. "Whatever you and Cael did—undo it. You can't carry this burden and fight at the same time." "I can't undo it." I looked up at him, at his mortal-brown eyes in a face that was slowly regaining its vampire pallor. "You're alive because of it. The bloodline transferred to me, then to you. Break it now and you die. Again."

“Remember that.” The air softened around us. Until Kyren spoke again. “Describe the man.” I hesitated. “He looked like… all of you. And none of you.” Their collective tension slammed into me. “Like something older. Something stitched together wrong.” Kyren’s jaw clenched. “A fallen Bloodline. One of the erased ones.” Silas exhaled a curse. “Not erased enough, apparently.” Riven paced, every step measured. “If a fallen Bloodline is involved, then the prophecy is already further along than the archives predicted.”

His troops were unrelenting, and the dark power that flowed from his bloodline threatened to destroy the pack. Diego and Mariana looked at each other. She was there with him, but the tension between them had never been stronger. She had always fought with him, but now that the fate of their family and the world was at stake, the choice he had to make was clearer than ever. Diego said in a furious voice, "You've played your cards too soon, Carlos." He could feel the Alpha bloodline in him pulling him to fight and stand tall. But it didn't feel right. He started to doubt everything he had always believed.

“There are no lines anymore.” For a heartbeat, silence burned between them, louder than any vow. Then footsteps echoed from the terrace—Luca’s voice calling her name. Damian pulled back into shadow, vanishing as swiftly as he’d come, leaving only the ghost of heat in his wake. Adriana pressed a hand to her chest, struggling to catch her breath. Lines of duty. Lines of loyalty. Lines of blood. They were blurring. And once blurred, they could never be redrawn.

His eyes bleed silver into crimson . Valerius whispers against his ear, silk and venom. “Kill the girl whose heart beats with yours. Bring me her head, brother.” Adrian collapses, shaking, reborn. Feral. Eyes glowing crimson. I cup his face, tears streaming. “I don’t care what you are now . You’re still mine. And I won’t let him win!” Golden light flares, searing us both. Sparks leap. Adrian roars, fighting the hunger, fighting his mind. I feel his human memories clash with monster instincts.

He heard horses galloping towards him, looking up, he sighted King Philp who rode powerfully towards him, his men following behind, his eyes filled with fury as his long beards added more fright to his face. As Robert's eyes sighted the old king, intense wrath filled him, his whole body shook in anger as his veins were visible, sprunting out to his dismay. Nicholas and the remaining soldiers roared in brutal anger and they began to gallop towards the army that rode towards them. With swords in their hands, the men of Linerdo killed their enemies showing no mercy. Blood filled the land as the dead men were seen sprunting blood out of their chests.

"It's time to prove your loyalty to me, I know my stupid cousin thinks he is the Alpha of the Night Walkers but I know one day, my wolf form will be free, even if I die trying my son Andre will take over from where I stop, now I want you to attack the pack that did this to my family in the past, the pack who cursed my lineage and bounded my wolf form and stripping my line of the alpha title,I I heard from an insider that the Moonstone pack luna is given birth right now to the next heir, I don't want that, attack the pack and take their baby from them, do not kill them, I want them to live in pains forever and leave this life with no one to succeed the alpha title." They were all happy to car