Novel & Cerita Broken Bloodlines Series

“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.”

“He twisted what I refused to give. He took the scraps of my power and made chains of them.” The memory darkened, colors bleeding like ink. “He wanted the Thread,” she whispered. “And he would have taken it if I had not torn it apart and scattered it.” She turned toward me again. “And you, Seren… you are one of the pieces that survived.” My breath stilled. “No,” I said softly. “That can’t be right. I’m not—I’m not a fragment of her.” “You are not her,” she agreed. “But your bloodline was shaped from her last act of rebellion.”

His gaze is locked on her. “Go on,” he says. Emory draws in a breath. “There are six bloodlines. Three wolf. Three hunter. Each one connected to the survival — or destruction — of our world. You, Lucian. Malakar. And me — we’re the wolf bloodlines.” I feel Malakar stiffen beside me. I glance over at him, but his face remains calm. Controlled. “And the hunters?” Velara asks, voice sharp.

We existed between moments. Between heartbeats. Between life and death. The seal pulsed through us. Through our merged consciousness. Through the bond that made us one. But something was wrong. I felt it first. A pulling sensation. Like something was trying to tear us apart from the inside. The nine bloodlines were fighting each other. Each one is trying to dominate. To be the strongest lock. “Kade,” I said through our shared mind. “The bloodlines. They are not stable.”

The distinction did nothing to soften the weight of the admission. Darius stepped forward slightly. “Extraction requires consent under Council law.” “Ordinarily,” Corvin agreed. “But Broken Fang was harboring a classified bloodline risk.” Lyra felt the world tilt. Bloodline. Again. “Stop speaking about me like I’m a weapon,” she said, the edge finally breaking through her control. Corvin looked back at her. “You are not a weapon,” he said calmly. “You are a catalyst.” The word landed harder than any accusation.

More than daughters of an inconvenient but necessary mingling. They became sacred. Not because they were safe. Because they were not. Seraphel lowered her eyes. “The last confirmed line is broken.” “No line is ever fully broken,” Ysoria said. Cassian let out a humourless breath. “If any remain, they are hidden in human houses by now, or dead, or thinned to nothing.” “Nothing does not answer blood so easily,” Maelor said. Darien nodded once. “It will reappear.”

"Surrender. Face justice. Answer for what you've done." Rebecca laughs. Broken. Desperate. "Justice? From wolves who can't see past their own limitations? Who fear evolution? Who would rather stagnate than embrace the future?" She pulls another vial. Purple liquid. "I built something that will outlive all of you. The Bloodline Project doesn't end with me." "Then we'll dismantle it piece by piece," Neah says. "Every facility. Every operative. Every name in your files. We'll end what you started."