Bully Bloodlines Novels & Stories

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

A life without my brothers in it was a fucking nightmare. I rushed back to the Main mansion and saw my step mother smiling at the phone, I bet she was making a call but I didn't care at the moment. Reaching the last stage of the shift during the blood moon means death, the last time it happened to me…my father has to do something he never meant to do, killing a new born baby so I could feed on it's blood to survive. I almost gagged at myself when I heard it but fuck this curse, I'll do anything.

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

He knew that it was all because of the enhanced vision that he received before that made him capable of dodge most of the blood, but his hands. Monica looked up and saw the girl took out a handkerchief for him. He nodded and didn't reject her kindness. Monica cleaned up the blood on his fists with the handkerchief. His fists might be bloody but it was from his opponent's blood. The girl nodded and followed him out of the alley. She looked at him, who was cleaning his fists with her handkerchief and was about to ask his name, but... Monica and the girl looked up and saw a man that was standing at the end of the alley, clapping his hands excitedly.

They can only do anything unless he tells them, so she is excited to hurt me as I am here, in their playroom. "I never thought your little cutie girl could be here, Damon?" Theodore Brown walks in, looking at me like I am just a dirt and walks to the other side of the room, still staring at me. He is our pack's Gamma's son, one who doesn't initiate bullying anyone but when he starts, they are just considered dead because he is deadly among everyone in this room. He killed almost 4 people before and no one can recognize the dead people’s face because of the torture they went through by him. People call him a psychopath and I never even wanted to be in the same room as him, he is that scary.

I had stumbled into a den of monsters, and I was the next victim to be sacrificed on their blood-stained altar. As we made our way through the throngs of people, I saw the faces of those who were about to be slaughtered. They were slaves, no longer useful to the Lycans, and they were going to be put down like animals. It was a chilling sight, one that made my blood run cold. But the Lycan was not content with just killing these poor souls. He had his sights set on me.