Broken Bloodlines Series Novels & Stories

“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.

“They would have done that in a heartbeat, got that? You’re a danger to the pack until proved otherwise, and I hope to the goddess that you can goddamn understand why. This place isn’t the same as your old pack, but it’s also not going to welcome the daughter and sister of known killers into its home so easily. “So if you’re done in your fantasy world where no one’s supposed to give a shit about your background, then join me in the real world and tell me something you like so I can put some meat on your bones.” I’d never been an emotional person, but hearing those words from the one person I was supposed to love and trust more than anyone else in the world killed me; my eyes were suddenly wa

“I’ll just have to work harder than…..The longer you take to hand her over, the more packs lose their members.” “We will not hand Annabella over.” “Then be prepared to survey your purpose. Prepared to be a protector. Because I’m ten days I’m coming for you, her and everything you love. Ohh and tell my brother-in-law he doesn’t have much time left.” And just like that she’s gone. I came to it in the middle of the first I once was before. But instead of Tony being alive he’s now dead. The warriors come to a halt as they arrive at the site. Their faces filled with horror as they looked at the picture in front of them.

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.

The pain that had struck through my chest when she walked away. I had blamed the bond. I had blamed Merryn. I had blamed everyone except myself. “What happens if the Bloodlock breaks completely?” I asked. My father didn’t answer immediately. Then he said, “The Vale bloodline loses control of what it was created to contain.” A chill moved down my spine. “What does that mean?” “It means something that has been restrained for generations will no longer be restrained.” “Merryn?” His silence was enough to make my stomach tighten. I stepped closer.