Broken Bloodlines Series Novels & Stories

“The traitor isn’t one person.” “What?” “The five bloodlines have been infiltrated.” I stared at her. “There are traitors from each bloodline.” “How many?” She looked toward the darkness. “Five.” The vision shattered. I woke with a scream. Cassian was holding me. “Seraphine!” I grabbed his shirt. “The five.” “What?” “There are five traitors.” Alaric’s face became pale. “What did you see?” “The first bloodlines.” I looked at the diary. “The Wolf. The Royal. The Moon. The Shadow. The Gate.”

Isla confirmed, stepping past us into the room, her ash staff clicking against the marble floor. "If every reunification since the schism has been drawing on the same original bond, and that bond runs through you specifically, then whatever's coordinating this doesn't need to fight every site we've closed individually. It needs to break the source, and every reunification built on it unravels at once. Fenmoor. The Sundered Line. Adrian's own bloodline. All of it." "Including the twins," Kian said from the doorway, having heard enough to go very still.

Arthur Green’s breath cut short, his body going limp against the cold hearth as his grip on power vanished into nothing. The bloodline of corruption had been severed. The battle was won, the Bloodmoon pack was broken, and the mountain finally belonged entirely to the Black line.

"Elias knew that. It's why he was so careful about who he chose. He needed someone strong enough to complete it but hurt enough not to want to undo it." "He chose well," Evelyn said flatly. "He chose you specifically," Serena said. "Yes." The device on the table hummed. The walls pressed against it. Testing. Pushing. "So how does the reversal work?" Marcus asked. Serena looked at Evelyn. Only Evelyn. "It has to come from her," she said. "Only the bloodline can break what the bloodline completed." "What does that mean?" Liam asked. Serena was quiet for a moment. "The binding works because Evelyn chose it," she said. "The house manipulated her. Used her pain against her. But at the end.."

“It split.” Raven’s breath caught slightly. “Split into what?” Marek answered without hesitation now. “Hidden bloodlines. Scattered across generations. Protected and erased at the same time. The child was taken away and it's blood used to create more bloodlines. It died.” Jax let out a short laugh. “This is insane.” “No,” Marek said. “It is the truth.” Raven pushed herself further upright. “You killed a child?!!!” “Raven, we had no choice.”

“Exiled into human society, where her children were born without the ability to shift, without the ability to be identified. But not without the bloodline.” “He put two ends of the same bloodline together,” I said, and heard my own voice from somewhere far away, the pieces assembling in my chest into something enormous and devastatingly logical all at once. “Your predecessor took the bloodline the Accord tried to erase three generations ago and engineered its return by making sure the two surviving branches found each other.”

“It’s been twelve years and we’re still looking for that child! I’m so sick of this.” Laxiel’s breath hitched. The other man replied, tone colder and more calculating. “We don’t have a choice. Madame said we have to find the other one. We can’t let anyone from this bloodline return and start digging into the past. Especially not now.” The first man scoffed, kicking at a stone. “Everything fell apart because of that family. If even one of them comes back, we’re finished. You think I’m gonna sit around and let some brat come back and try to avenge what happened?”

The figure lunged. Instinct kicked in. Evelyn’s hands flared with crimson light, her bloodline power igniting. The figure screamed, dissipating into smoke. Her breath hitched. She had done it. But the Labyrinth was merciless. Another shadow appeared, and then another, each feeding on her fear, forcing her to harness her power with precision. She realized quickly that brute strength alone wouldn’t work; she had to understand the rhythm of her bloodline, the flow of energy that Lucien had hinted at, and the grounding presence of Elias.

It was after Dad went insane that things started to go downhill - and he’d been insane since I was born. After Markus Irwin was executed for killing the beta of the pack, it was Grace Irwin - my sister - who killed her mate almost the same day she had a baby with him. What a shock it had been for the pack warriors to show up on our doorstep again. We thought something bad had happened to someone we loved, not that we were the ones in trouble for Grace’s wrong-doing. They thought we had something to do with the murders, and whilst that would be reasonable in any other family, my mother and I were broken enough having two conspirators.

“Its not over, not until we rule the world, not until your kind become my slave.” “We will never.” “You will, even if its in death.” He launch his self at me mouth wide open, I'm trying to move but I cannot. “No…” Anabella jumps in front of me and he bites into her arm…something falls tud on the floor and I wake to find Annabella screaming in pain. When I roll her over tears is streaming her face and a huge bite mark is on her arm. Her words ring like a drum in my ear. “Even by death.”