Broken Bloodlines Series Novels & Stories

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

“You said the fourth bloodline was inside her.” Caleb swallowed. “I said what I saw.” “That isn’t an explanation.” “I know.” I turned toward him. “Then explain it.” Caleb looked at me for several seconds before finally speaking. “The fourth bloodline wasn’t supposed to survive.” My stomach tightened. “Why?” “Because it wasn’t a family like the others.” Evelyn slowly moved toward the terminal. “It was a genetic branch,” she said. I stared at her. “A genetic branch?” She nodded. “An experimental bloodline created by combining genetic material from the four founding families.”

My feet instinctively stopped so I could look at it. I stared at it for a long moment. They were a good-looking family, tall and possessing a powerful charisma that stood out even in a photograph. "Ah, that's Sir's family," Elena softly murmured when she noticed me staring. I looked at her, and she gave a shy smile as she pointed to the picture. "That's Sir Xerxes, Sir Zach's eldest brother. And the youngest sister is Zendaya." They were standing with their sister in the middle. Zach and his older brother looked almost identical. However, his brother looked much more serious than Zach.

“Stop reading it as a simple failed cut.” Kai’s voice was half snarl under Elara’s shaking weight. “Then name it and end her pain.” “The bloodlines already touched at the river cut.” Cassandra kept her eyes on the unstable residual path as she spoke. “Before that, a cancellation might have spent itself across a cleaner single line. After fusion, the residual awakening is keyed to both signatures. If the other half is not here to share the break, the full cost collapses onto the cursed body alone.” Elara dragged in a breath that sounded scraped raw. The yellow color still edged her vision; cold and heat kept swapping places under her skin until she could not tell which was worse.

To claim her now was to sign her death warrant. "Your weakness," Theron said softly. He looked up then, and I saw the disappointment in his eyes, the same look he had given my father when my father had chosen my mother over the purity of the line. "Your father thought he could control the bloodline, too. He thought love could override nature. We know how that ended." The room went quiet. The fire in the hearth popped, sending sparks up the chimney like souls escaping. "She must be marked," Marrock said. "Or she must be expelled. Those are the only options. You know the Law. A female with the marker cannot roam free. She is a beacon. She calls the old things. The burned Mate cursed us—her blo

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.

Damon’s voice cut in sharply. “He is an infant.” Cassian chuckled. “Not exactly.” A chill crawled along my spine. “What are you saying?” I asked quietly. Cassian paused. Then he spoke slowly. “This child carries two bloodlines that have been enemies for generations.” My mind froze. “What?” Lucian went completely still. Damon sounded furious. “You are lying.” Cassian ignored him. “The Vale bloodline,” he continued calmly, “and the Hale Alpha line.” My breathing hitched.

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.

"You called us here under full blood summons. That hasn’t happened in three centuries. Speak." I exhaled slowly. "There is a threat brewing. One I believe none of you are prepared for." Akira's Lord raised an elegant brow. "Do tell." "You’ve all heard whispers of the Seraphin." That got their attention. A stillness fell over the room. The Lord of Broken Fang stirred. His voice was dry, like paper burning. "Myths." "Not anymore." I let that hang. "The bloodline exists," I continued. "And it is waking."

The corrupted agreement, wherever it existed, began to burn. Across the world, old documents changed. False names disappeared. Hidden records opened. Sealed identities returned. The agreement was dying. Gabriel fell to his knees. “No.” Zara looked at him. “You don’t get to own us anymore.” The stone cracked. A final line appeared. THE BLOODLINE BELONGS TO THOSE WHO CARRY IT. NOT TO THOSE WHO CONTROL IT. The light vanished. Silence returned. For the first time in twenty-five years, there was no agreement controlling anyone.