Broken Bloodlines Series Novels & Stories

"Javelin, how dare you think you can save this family?" Her hand points at Avanti. Avanti looked with anger. She almost wanted to squeeze her hand if I didn't hold her back in time. "Don't please,". I mumbled. Pinky pulls back and accidentally bumps into a lamp. It broke causing her to injure herself, the second her hand fell on the broken pieces on the ground. Blood came out. "Wow pinky, you sure have a lot of blood, but don't worry, I'll help you squeeze every blood left in your body If you don't tell us where my brother is,".

I thought long and hard about chasing her down but my wolf pushed me straight to Nov who was now on her ass up against her car holding her face in her hands. Clarice was a wolf, and Novaleigh didn’t have hers yet. I was a little scared at how much damage she might have done to her. “Novaleigh, Nov, look at me. It’s Remington. Look at me.” I took both her hands in mine and I lowered them from her face. Her eye was solid black already and the purple around it was growing more each second that passed. Based on the shape of her nose I was pretty sure it was broken. But the worst part, was the tears streaming from her eyes. Those were the part that broke me.

The ground trembled beneath me, and the air grew thick and turbulent, spiraling out of control. The darkness that had shrouded the sky vanished, revealing a crimson hue. A full moon emerged from the center, merging with the red sky, transforming it into a blood moon. A red mist blanketed the entire pack. I stopped screaming, but the force within me continued to surge, more violently than before. I could sense the turmoil inside me, as if whatever was happening was the source of the earth's devastation and the chaotic winds that intensified. I was no longer in control of my body, and the powerful force within me finally broke free.

"Your mate’s line was never separate." Her mind reeled. "Separate from what?" "From ours." The words dropped heavy between them. Silas felt it too, the shift. The truth cracking open. "Elara." His voice was tight now. "Say it clearly." Her father exhaled slowly. "The Crescent and the Fortress were one bloodline. When the first bond broke, the line split. Half carried the land. Half carried the sight." Elara's chest tightened. "Sight?" The creature's silver eyes flicked to Silas through the bond.

“Too late, Okoye Alpha. Your territory is already bleeding from the inside.” I leaned my weight into the blade, pressing the steel until a bead of red formed on his skin. “Give me a name before I skin you for a rug.” His chest heaved, a broken laugh bubbling in his throat. “Santiago Moreau wants you to know…” My hands went rigid. “…that the blood-covenant is broken. Your lineage is forfeit.” With a sudden, violent convulsion, his jaw snapped shut. The bitter scent of nightshade crushed between his teeth filled the air. His eyes rolled back into his head, his body going completely slack beneath my boot.

I said slowly, an idea forming, "if we can convince them to help with the renewal, we might be able to reinforce the prison properly. Make it strong enough that The Architects cannot break free even with Dr. Torres's sabotage." "That is what I am suggesting, yes. The Crescent Moon Bloodline will participate in the renewal. And I suspect if you reach out to the hidden bloodline communities, you will find others willing to emerge from hiding to help." "How many bloodlines do you think survived?" Victoria's expression turned thoughtful. "The Covenant claimed to have destroyed seventeen royal bloodlines over three thousand years. But bloodlines are resourceful, especially when survival is at sta

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“And it’s not Nightbane.” My chest tightened. “Then what is it?” Seris looked at both of us. And for the first time…. her calm cracked. Just slightly. “It’s the line that existed before both of you,” she said. “The ones who built the oaths. The ones who decide who gets to rule when bloodlines clash.” I felt something cold wrap around my spine. “Decide how?” I asked. Seris’s gaze held mine. “With blood,” she said. The chamber went silent again.

Something in my chest that has been in one position for eleven days shifts. "Vienna reported in this morning." He crosses to my desk. Sets down a single printed page with the deliberate care of someone who has thought carefully about how to deliver something. "Prague went dark yesterday. Lisbon haven't responded to three separate messages." He pauses. His voice doesn't change — he's too good for that — but something behind his eyes does. "The degradation pattern is consistent across all five bloodlines. Starts eleven days ago. Simultaneously." Another pause. "To the hour."

A bone being snapped. A dam giving way. The blood moon’s red shattered. Chunks of color broke off, falling away into nothing. White light seared through the fractures, flooding down over us in a blinding cascade. The web shook. I felt it. Every thread Elyra had woven, every bargain, every curse, every whispered “take her instead” trembled under the force we’d shoved through it. Some held. Some snapped. The ones tied to us—Lucian’s line, my blood, Kade’s shadow—broke first.