Broken Bloodlines Series Novels & Stories

"We are perfect together. The Laurent and Moreau bloodlines…” "Fuck the bloodlines," Ethan cut in, his voice dangerously low. "I do not give a shit about bloodlines or alliances or whatever the fuck our fathers have cooked up." Alexandra's eyes widened. "You do not mean that." "I absolutely mean it." Ethan turned to face the window, putting physical distance between them. "Don't you think you deserve better than someone who does not want you?" Her laugh was brittle. "Better than you? There is no better than you, Ethan. That is the point."

And the thing only stared. “Your family made a contract,” it said. “But contracts have cost. You offered blood. We took it. Now you deny us?” “You were never part of the deal,” I spat. Its smile twisted. “But I am the consequence. And consequences… grow.” --- The mirrors behind us burst, shards flying like silver rain. The world trembled. Voices whispered from the shards—Margaret, Vera, Isadora—all the brides calling our names. “Finish the vow.” “Break the bloodline.”

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the tub, letting the cold water seep into my hair, hoping for a moment of peace, even if it was fleeting. But I knew I couldn't stay here forever. Eventually, I'd have to face him again. The water around me slowly shifted, turning from its clear, cool hue to a deep red—my blood staining the once-pristine surface. I stared at the color, unable to look away as it spread like a cruel reminder of the pain I had endured. My wounds, fresh and old, bled into the water, the crimson liquid mixing with the warmth of my body. It should’ve been something I could ignore, but the sight of it made my chest tighten with a painful ache.

“I was told to destroy this journal. I refused. Too many lives have been lost because the truth was buried.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the page. Whoever had written this had been afraid. I continued. “The First Blood Heir is not simply an heir to a throne. The child carries blood from two ancient Alpha lines. One line belongs to Blackthorn. The other belongs to a bloodline that the elders believed had disappeared.” I stopped. Blackthorn. Ronan's pack. My heart began beating faster. I read the sentence again. Two Alpha bloodlines. I thought about the portrait.

“I’m here.” Gerald throws Draven off, blood running down his arm but healing already. “Clone, upgraded, faster healing, you can’t kill me, not without killing the line.” “The line dies with you,” I say. “Then the babies die too,” he says. “Blood law, remember, three Hollow heirs, you, me, Rowan, one has to go for them to live, and it won’t be me.” He lunges for me. Caiden fires. One shot, from the ground, from a soldier’s dropped gun.

Why did they do it? Blood on the Throne. At the break of dawn, I was alone in the throne room again.' During sunrise, the twins were getting ready to speak about the country.' But then the air swept across the hall. Heavy clouds erupted, the torches flickered with blue. A message was written on the throne in ancient, fiery runes that conveyed one meaning: “THE BLOODLINE IS BROKEN.”. Before I could get up, the ground shook with unrest. Deep within the palace, a haunting howl was heard from below.

Even though Malrick was from Mistborn Coven he has the ability to command water, wind and fire. Before everyone knew it we were all fighting, killing each other. At the end Malrick was killed with his entire coven and a single Bloodline of Lycans was ended also. That bloodline was the Crimson Lycan line. They ruled the southern half of our world. While Blake’s line, the Bloodmoon line had come out victorious. at one point they ruled the northern half.

“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.”