Bully Bloodlines Novels & Stories

In Mafia business, there isn't any kindness left to show Just fight, cruelty and blood... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. .... . .. . blood.

She bent close to the inked lines, eyes losing their surface sharpness and taking on the inward tilt Evelyn recognized as the beginning of a reading. “Moonsblood will ask a price,” Aleta said after a quiet minute. She kept her voice level, as if naming weather. “Not in blood, necessarily. But in truth. The man who called you will not accept victory if it comes too easily. He needs a story worth telling himself. You cannot change that. You can only refuse to be written in his evil script.” “We had planned for that,” Damon said.

Calyx suddenly sat upright from the couch, eyes narrowing sharply. “Wait.” All of us looked toward him. He grabbed several parchment sheets and spread them quickly across the table. “I’ve been tracing bloodlines.” Atlas groaned immediately. “You say that like it’s normal.” “It is normal.” “No it isn’t.” Calyx ignored him completely. “There are certain families and bloodlines that keep appearing in old records around vampire rumors.” He pointed at several names written across the parchment. “Strong bloodlines. Old ones.” My stomach tightened slightly as I looked down.

“It’s not my fault that you can’t satisfy your boyfriend. He even had to find another girl to do it.” As soon as I made that statement, my head whipped to the side, and I tasted blood. This time it wasn’t a slap, but it was a full blow. “Guys, come in.” Kenna called, her eyes sparkled with a dark glint. Before I knew what was happening, more ladies stepped into the room, and I was cornered. “Kenna, you are going to regret this.” I spat out the blood from my mouth. “The only thing I’d regret is not putting you in your place from the beginning.” She said, and gave a signal to the girls around.

the bear says to Nate and my blood runs cold. The fight leaves my body for a second. The secrets of my bloodline shouldn't be known by anyone other than Nate. The inner circle of our pack was wiped out. How does this shitbag know about my family? "Inbreeding messes with the inner animal pretty bad, huh... Is the baby brother the offspring of the twisted line too or did your mommy throw daddy off long enough for someone else to do her," the asshole asks as I stare at him. Nate growls and his arms tighten around me.

“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

My protected Bishop crown. The Chevre family. My legacy. He’ll make sure I know that my bullet didn’t just kill Alice Grey. It lit a fuse. And now? Hell is on its way. Bring it on.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

His eyes rolled back into his head, his body going completely slack beneath my boot. He was gone. “Fucking hell,” I muttered, pulling my blade back. He died too quickly. He got the easy way out. I would have spent three days pulling his joints apart for what his pack attempted to do to Ebu in that alley. Draven walked over, wiping a spray of dark blood from his leather forearm. “It seems we just stepped into a hornet's nest of ancient bloodlines.” “Then I will burn their ancestral dens to ash.”

both mine and my older brother Sebastian's life was already fucking decided. Mom and sweet little Jenny's smile was my only hope....a light in the darkness for my already set to be condemned soul... But they were ripped off from me.....without any bell..warnings.... Their blood had formed a pool, a bullet's hole stuck through momma's forehead, her usual sparkling eyes were blank and cold, they both bled to their death before my eyes, I was ten and could only watch the life drain out of them helplessly... All because of a fucking god damned betrayal from a greedy traitor....