Bully Bloodlines Novels & Stories

They were testing the fences, looking for weakness in the new wolf. "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. It didn't come from Min. Elder Park, Underboss One, set his tea cup down. The sound was deafening. He looked around the room, his gaze heavy with decades of violence. "The bloodline is the law," Park rumbled. "The Chairman chose his heir. The Heir has cleaned the house. If anyone wishes to join Kang in his 'resignation,' speak now." The room went deadly still. Park’s endorsement was the seal of legitimacy.

But the entire walk to my room, one thought follows me. I keep waiting for Beckett Cross to become easy again. To fit back into the box I’ve always kept him in. The bully. The jerk. The guy who makes my life miserable. Instead, every time I think I’ve figured him out, he does something that doesn’t fit. And somehow… That’s becoming harder to ignore than the things that do.

"This is no regular bullet. I heard enforcers whisper about old tech mixed with something they called shadow venom. Meant for ancient bloodlines. Wolves like you who carry the old strength." I laughed rough but it turned into a cough. "Great. They tagged me special. Avery, if this gets worse you get to the SUV and push through the snow. Do not wait for me." "Shut up with that lone alpha talk," she snapped back fast. "We just confessed everything in here. You are not dying on me now. Look at me. Focus. My family line has stories. Awakening blood. I thought it was old tales but after the broadcast and everything breaking loose, something feels different inside me."

face is normally an olive color with a natural light blush color on her cheeks. Helena has the same facial features as the Native American Tribe, Cherokee. There are not any Native American bloodline in any of the vampires. The vampire's bloodline is not of any normal bloodlines of us mortals. The vampires have their own bloodline. No one really knows what the bloodline is called for the vampires. Same with the werewolves. No one has not a clue the name or nationality is for neither of the families, vampires and werewolves. A near smile spread across Brixton's face as he watched as Dronnicka was killing Raul. Helena ran over to Brixton with panic in her voice she pleaded with him to reconsi

What surprised me the most was that he got his Billionaire title at 21. Clyde has always been smart. I always knew he was meant to be successful one day, but I never thought it would go up to this type of scale. He has a security and tech company that the government and many people go to unfold everything related to tracking, hacking, and the dark web. According to many articles online, he's part of a circle named The Bloodhounds. Some reports mentioned that he has some ties to the mafia, which I hope he doesn't have because I imagine how dangerous it would be for him to be related to criminals.

“Today, the blood either bends… or breaks.” I nodded, even though my vision blurred. My body trembled. Every part of me felt like it had been beaten from the inside, like my bones were trying to shift into something new. Carlos had tried to stay, but I’d asked him to leave. I didn’t want him to see me like that—sweaty, gasping, screaming. This wasn’t a battle of swords or claws. It was a battle inside my blood. The Blue Blood. A dormant power that lived in me for years, quiet but present. The bloodline of an ancient warrior clan—fierce, magical, feared.

Steve pov: The blood in my veins boiled as I stepped forward, my voice shaking with fury. "How dare you hurt my brother," I roared at the group of bullies. The crowd around us fell silent, their eyes locked on us as they recorded the scene on their phones. My fist connected with a bully's face in a satisfying thud, sending a jolt of energy through my arm. Another bully appeared and blocked my way, trying to stop me from hitting. I felt a wave of anger surge through me and I couldn't help but lash out.

I said, and Saga visibly shuddered. “There’s something seriously wrong with that guy,” Saga said, and William put his arm around her. “Can’t I just alter his memories?” “I’m not sure if that would work. The royal bloodlines are different, somehow. We’re less affected by powers,” I said. Malachi, Jessica, Kiran, and Adara had opted to eat dinner in my dining room, as they worked through the ledgers and books I gave them. Kiran also didn’t want to lose his temper and kill Rupprecht. I had agreed with that last part. It would be safer for everyone. Jessica had just laughed and said he might just break his neck the first time Rupprecht sniffed in any of their directions.

“I was just being neighbourly and concerned for her welfare, but I was told she’s recovering now. That was very rude of you, by the way. Moving so close to me without telling me. I could have brought you some pie to welcome you to the neighbourhood.” Recovering? Fury, white and hot, burned through every cell in his body in an instant. It burned the magic that was still trying to bind to him. It mixed with his fear for Layla’s life and took on a life of its own. His beast rose and fed on it, fed on all the things that he kept hidden in the depths of his dark soul. “Still, this turned out better. I’ll get rid of your bloodline once and for all. The world will be a better place without an abomi

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.