Broken Bloodlines Series Novels & Stories

Not from the fracture this time. From betrayal. Again. Always betrayal. “What am I?” I whispered. The First Heir answered before either of them could. “A cycle.” Cold flooded my body instantly. No. “No.” She tilted her head slightly. “The marked bloodline does not die normally.” Another sharp pain exploded behind my eyes. Flash Different faces. Different bodies. Different centuries. Silver eyes opening again and again. Wars. Fire. Love. Death. Always ending the same way. An Alpha. Blood. Destruction.

I had thought all of this would be over once the curse was broken. "You would be surprised what is possible when it comes to a twin bond." The healer said, his voice low and grave. "And not just any twin bond. One from their powerful bloodline. The blood of the first Alpha runs through their veins. That is why Azrian was able to twist the curse the way he did. That is why Adrian was able to break it. And that is why their fates are still tied together."

Gigantic chains stretching through endless darkness. Some were broken. Some still held. But every second more of them snapped apart. One chain shattered. A loud metallic scream echoed through the city. Another broke moments later. Then another. And another. Each break sent another tremor through Valenfort. Lucien's voice became urgent. "...the chains..." "I know," Evelyn replied. "No." His voice sounded strained. "You don't understand." The red light flickered violently. "Every chain is a bloodline." Evelyn froze.

It declared that the newborn heir was a product of Devon’s rogue bloodline. Marcus's control snapped completely. The fated-mate bond exploded with a terrifying weight that physically blinded Elena with a sudden shockwave of pain. A sharp agonized heat ripped through her chest, making her knees buckle as she gasped for oxygen. Marcus’s inner wolf had completely given in to the manufactured timeline of betrayal. The memory of his son's treason, combined with the sight of his dead spiritual advisor and a bloodline document sealed by ancestral law, broke the last layer of his sanity.

My son was coming apart in my arms in the dark, and the only map out of it had been drawn by the man who wanted him dead. The silver was splitting Luca's skin faster than I could hold the doors. I had my forehead pressed to his, pouring everything I'd learned in three days of training into the threads of his blood, and it wasn't enough — I could feel the three bloodlines tearing at each other, each one wanting to be the only one, and the small body between them losing the war.

“The bridge is calling me. In a few hours… I’ll have to make the choice. Unity with his bloodline… or war.” Damien knelt beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Whatever you choose, we stand with you. This is our family. Our legacy.” As the enemy forces closed in and the base defenses strained, one final message appeared on the emergency screen: “Four hours until breach. The rival bloodline is coming for its rightful heir. Choose wisely, Voss.” The war between bloodlines had truly begun.

“They’ve been building toward this for thirty years. Your victory over Prime accelerated the timeline.” Jamie stares at him. “How many bloodlines.” “Three thousand four hundred and twelve. Based on the database you stole from headquarters.” Cael’s voice is flat. “They have their own copy. More complete than yours. Every name. Every location. Every dormant carrier who doesn’t even know what they are.” “When?” “Sixty days. Maybe less.” He nods at the drive. “The planning documents are on there. Dates. Coordinated strike teams. Everything.” The room is very quiet. “Why should I believe any of this,” Jamie says.

"Yes, sir. It’s fine." It was pouring rain. Park hung up. He walked calmly out of the hospital, into the downpour. He dialed a number. A burner. "It’s Park. and I need the Breaker Squad." "Where?" "The Villa. We have an infestation." Park got into his car. He checked the Glock in his glovebox. He drove.

I carry the Godfather's bloodline. The air froze instantly. Marco's face turned a violent shade of red. The hand gripping Mia's backside tightened suddenly. She let out a muffled cry of pain but did not dare struggle. "What did you say?" The words squeezed out between Marco's teeth. His eyes locked onto my flat stomach, as if fire might erupt from them at any moment. The next second, his thick hand wrapped around my throat. "You've always been a rude little tramp. But at the very least, you shouldn't throw filth onto the Godfather."

It had become increasingly difficult to hide his faelen side since living with his mate – but that was not the problem at hand. “With Blood Moon struggling to stay fed, they are no longer a contender for taking down Red Ripper. I had hoped that Atticus’s ego would have pushed him to strike them down before they could do any real damage, but I have received word that they are no longer merely building their army – they are beginning to use it.” “I can’t believe Bolton and Benest left Sea Pine for… well, for that,” Caslein interjected, his top lip curling in disgust. Ithia huffed. “We’re better off without them. Continue, Alpha.”