Broken Bloodlines Series Novels & Stories

Then, the rain drops on him and he closed his eyes and like he tried to let the rain washed himself from all the pain he had. Demir Krumpus went back home wet and bleeding. He’s out of himself and just went straight to the kitchen to wash his hands. He looked around noticed that he had everything in life but it felt empty and incomplete deep within him. Now, that Grace Miller was trying to cut lines between them, he could not help himself anymore but to get mad with his own past. It was true that he hurted Selin but it was out of desperation to get out from the contract marriage that they had before. His life was ruin and the only thing that matters to him was to get rid off the contract wit

The combination of Skylar’s deep kiss and the taste of blood was truly not a good one. Gradually, Aslan’s vision began to blur as well. Just as he started to gasp for breath and grow weak, Skylar pulled away suddenly. The kiss ended, but Skylar grabbed Aslan’s shoulder, bit down hard on his neck, and caused blood to spurt from the wound. “Argh!” Aslan screamed in pain. A burning, stinging, excruciating pain spread from his neck throughout his entire body. It felt like excruciating torture. In that moment, Aslan truly felt how shattered he was. His father had broken him all this time, and now Skylar was doing the same, just in a different way. His soul and body were shattered.

much. The pain of every cuts he made using her own utensils at home. Every poke that holes her flesh by her eyebrow pencils. Every pounds she suffered that crushed her bones. Every agonizing scream she let out that's muffled by her own clothe wrapped around her head. Blacking out from too much pain for her to handle, darkness had taken her. Her life was unjustifiably, painful and too broken, it was taken from her without her consent. He grunts and raised his head, facing the ceiling of the basement of Heather's house. The blood showered him. All over him. It's a good thing that he removed all his clothes, leaving just his boxers on. Heather's blood dripping on his skin, lingering in him.

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

His body began to crack and break apart, dark energy leaking from every fissure. "This isn't over," he gasped. "Others will come. Others who seek what your daughter represents." "Then we'll face them too," Dante said, standing beside Aria. "Together." Vane's body crumbled to ash, blown away by a wind that seemed to come from nowhere. With his death, the remaining Bloodborn suddenly collapsed, their corrupted life force tied to their creator. The clearing fell silent except for heavy breathing and the sounds of wounded warriors. Then Luna laughed. A pure, delighted baby laugh that echoed across the battlefield.

A single lamp came alive above me. Shelves stretched along the walls. The first document I pulled out carried a date from more than a century ago. The title made my stomach tighten. ECLIPSE BLOODLINE — CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL I opened it. The first paragraph described the Eclipse bloodline as a supernatural lineage capable of interfering with established bonds. Another page mentioned the Bloodlock. Then came the line that made my hand stop. Vale blood shall serve as the stabilizing vessel. I read it twice. Then again.

“If Magnus is so powerful, why is everyone afraid of the King remembering who he was?” Silence followed immediately. Even the hunters seemed to go still. The Kingbreaker studied me for several long seconds before finally answering. “Because the last time your king remembered who he was…” His voice lowered slightly. “Entire bloodlines disappeared.” My breathing caught. The words slammed into me like ice water. Entire bloodlines. Not enemies. Not armies. Bloodlines. My chest tightened painfully. Hunter… What exactly had he been before? The Kingbreaker started moving again after that, leading us through more ruins scattered across the forest.

Instead, Cassius is standing right in front of him with his hand around the hilt of a knife that has gone through Allistar's heart. I'm so shocked that it takes me a second to register the pain ripping through my chest at the loss of my mate. My body reacts before my brain does. I'm suddenly standing behind Cassius with my hand wrapped around his throat. The second my claws break through the skin of his throat, I feel someone's hand punch through my ribs from behind. At the same time they rip my heart out, I rip out Cassius's throat. If I'm going to die then I will be taking him with me. My last thought before everything goes to black is that we won. We saved everyone.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

“No.” Viktor shook his head. “You chose freedom.” “Yes.” “That isn’t the final choice.” I felt something move inside my chest. Knock. Knock. Knock. I pressed my palm against it. “What is happening to me?” Viktor’s expression softened. “The three bloodlines are converging.” “I thought you said that.” “I did.” “Then explain it.” He looked at my chest. “Phantom creates.” His eyes shifted toward Alexander. “First Blood destroys.” Then toward Noah. “First Hunger consumes.”