Broken Bloodlines Series Novelas e Histórias

Elara stared at the water, her mother’s final words echoing through her heart. Sera slowly reached for her hand. This time, Elara didn’t hesitate. She took it. The sisters stood side by side beneath the moonlight. Above them, the battle for the Hollow Crown still raged. But below… A greater truth had finally been revealed. For nineteen years, the world had believed the Moon Bloodline had been broken. It hadn’t. It had merely been divided. And now… It was beginning to heal. “The strongest families are not the ones who never break… but the ones who choose to find each other again.”

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night. “They cursed our bloodline with their dying magic,” Darius continued. “A curse designed to destroy the Alpha line.” Kaelen shook his head. “That’s just a legend." “I believed the same thing,” Darius said quietly. “Until tonight.” He lifted his hand weakly. Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin. “The moment you left for the hunt… the sickness began.” Kaelen felt Ravok shift uneasily inside him. The forest, the wolf murmured.

“Yes, she’s actually my twin. She doesn’t shift right. Adrian calls her broken. He’s kept her locked up for months to experiment on her.” Evelyn sat back, staring at the ceiling as rage coiled in her gut. Sophia. Mira. Brina. All of them, pieces in Adrian’s game. “He’s lying,” Evelyn said after a long moment. “I know,” Brina whispered. “But I didn’t have anyone else, not after his guards killed our mother.” Evelyn reached for her hand and held it lightly. “Well you do now.” Brina blinked, startled, but didn’t pull away. “I’ll get her back,” Evelyn said.

What unseen hand had placed Jace into this lineage? Then there was the Chevre. Damon Chevre, the only son, the dark spark igniting old wars. The man who killed Alice Grey—a blow aimed to sever the fragile alliance between the Chevre and the Bishop families. The blood feud that followed marked a new chapter. Damon’s death at the hands of Jace Grey was more than vengeance—it was a statement. Jace, the outsider turned keystone, had become a pivotal force—both protector and avenger. Not just a Grey by name, but a shadow lurking between them all, holding pieces of a future no one could yet see.

Elira choked on a sob, trembling from the pains sharpening against her spine as the chief priestess pulled out the needle, trickling the blood on a gallipot, and thrusted the long steel again to immerse more blood. “No!” She cried, gritting her teeth in anguish, as beads of sweat and silver tears trailed down her face, curls of hair matted on her forehead. “We don't have such time to waste, we need to know if the king’s blood lives in the slave.” Advisor Maevin replied to the old woman, all the while King Kaelric sat quiet, brooding on how to rid himself of the mistake he had made. How could he have been so reckless as to succumb to the temptation of a slave? He wondered what she had offered

“Didn’t you? You touched his mind. You dragged him into this place—” “He stands where all who resist me stand,” the figure said. “On the edge of being unmade.” My knees weakened. Kael. Unmade. The word echoed like a blade inside my ribs. “You’re lying.” My voice cracked. “You’re trying to break me.” “I am trying to prepare you,” he said, stepping closer. “You are the daughter of the first bloodline. You were never meant to remain mortal. You were never meant to love one of them.”

For the first time since arriving, he sounded tired. “The problem is that impossible things keep happening.” Nobody argued with that. Because looking around, impossible seemed to be the theme of our lives. My mother continued. “When the Bloodline chooses an heir, it usually settles inside one person.” Her gaze moved between Lucien and me. “This time it didn’t.” The meaning hit me immediately. The Bloodline had split not because something went wrong but because it chose to. My stomach dropped. “You’re saying…” My voice faded. I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

I’d flip the whole damn thing over. I was curled into the corner of the pink plush sofa, knees tucked to my chest, the fluffiest white blanket I’d ever touched draped lazily over my shoulder and down my body. It swallowed my barely-there shorts and oversized T-shirt whole, cocooning me in warmth while the rest of the world faded into nothing but pages and ink. Tragedies of True Hearts. I bit my lip, failing to suppress a giggle as I read—the slow-burn enemies finally cracking, confessions spilling out after chapters of tension and denial. One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled.

My voice broke as I spoke. “This is the Riverend Pack. Sarah here, found you half dead the morning after the blood moon pack was attacked. I guess you are from there,” she asked. I nodded slightly, groaning in pain. The conversations that followed left my heart broken. Hours turned to days, days turned to weeks, and weeks to years. Every day I thought of ways to avenge the death of my family. I grew up in Riverend till it was time to head back to the blood moon pack. This time, not alone but with an army to take back what rightfully belonged to me.