Bully Bloodlines Novels & Stories

"Steal her bloodline?" An even greater uproar erupted from the crowd. "What is she talking about?" "How can a bloodline be stolen?" "What does this mean?" Lyla's face turned a deathly white. "W-what are you talking about?" she stammered. "Stealing a bloodline? I don't know what you mean!" I ignored her pathetic denial and turned to the stunned Damon. He staggered back, all the color gone from his face. "No… impossible… you were just an outcast…"

Big Black whimpered as if it was sad. It was born here. This was its home. Unlike Big Black, Little Apple's face was stiff. He could no longer suppress the pull of the bloodline power. A roar came from Little Apple's mouth, and a stream of bloodline power rushed to the sky. As the power of Little Apple's bloodline surged, Big Black finally crawled down quietly. At this time, the whole ancient battlefield became restless.

Her pout twists into a smile as she thinks about all the ways she could make Lily suffer. “There’s my girl. Are you ready to do this?” I coax her playfully. She smiles and I know I’ve won. We walk back into the room, hand in hand. The bully games have officially started.

That image was evidence of Bloodline Manifestation. Bloodline Manifestation was not a skill or power per se; it was a force. It was a force that was born from the bloodline of a Beastman and it only appeared in Beastmen carrying a high level of their ancestor’s bloodline. It was similar to aura in the sense that not everyone could use it; however, unlike aura the determining factor for using Bloodline Manifestation was not luck, but bloodline purity. Bloodline Manifestation had many uses, but the most prominent one was Suppression. That was the ability Kylie had subconsciously used against Aiden. Suppression was just as it’s name implied. It forced one to bow before a possessor of a Bloodlin

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

This could have turned ugly fast. Come to think of it, similar things have happened in the past. The pain of losing my mom. The horror of having my dad turn into a violent man in a matter of a few months. The burden of not being the oldest child but having to take care of Bailey, who can't find a decent man, while also making sure Bernie eats his food. It became too much, and...the bullying, the being mean...it took my edge off. It became a means to escape my own tragic life, and poor Emilie stood in the crossfire.

he mumbled, but I just kept on staring at my mother. Her expressions changed from horror to shock, and then anxiety appeared on her face. “I also noticed that during that time period yesterday, only the pack members with the original bloodline were affected. A few of whom we locked in the dungeons also felt the pain, but they didn’t feel the strength. It meant that our bloodline chose whom to bless or whom not to bless…..” I paused when my mother’s body trembled so hard that I felt she would fall at any time. “Yeah. Carl also mentioned this. It felt like our bloodline abandoned the traitors.” Dad mumbled, and I smiled faintly this time.

"You crazy bitch! I'm going to kill you!" Mom threw another drawing onto Billy the Bully. It was one Maple had made last night, showing how he used to bully us. "Whoever hurts my daughters must pay with blood." Mom's gaze was like a blade, cutting straight toward Mama Bully. Faced with that look, Mama Bully could only shrink back against the wall, trembling as she called for an ambulance. She didn't dare step forward or fight back. Following that, Mom went to the homes of the other children who had bullied Maple and me at school.

“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.