Bully Bloodlines Novels & Stories

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.

He laughed and said, "Our old friend, whom we've been with for decades, knows we are here. Let's go and meet him." He disappeared instantly and landed at the top of the mountain after a short moment. Jorge arrived later. He concentrated his mind and observed the surroundings. Lucifer glanced around and instantly saw the trap. He glared at it with disdain. It was a trap set up for attack; he could disable the formation with a snap of his fingers. Furthermore, nothing could stop him from moving forward, no matter what lay in front of him. Aurelia's Dragon Bloodline was said to be the most powerful bloodline. He, who possessed the Angelic Bloodline, knew how powerful they were.

“I swear to god Axton-” “I’m sorry” Axton starts, stepping close to me. He doesn’t reach for me, but his blue eyes are locked on me. “For the bullying, the hitting. For all of it. It was wrong, and I never, ever should’ve done any of it. If I could change things, mate or not, I would.” the drop of the word mate makes me tense. “They know. Cassandra found out, and they overheard her hate speech” Axton adds, and then he's gripping my shoulders and turning me around. Adam, Axton’s closest friend clears his throat.

Nothing about girls like me. I put it back and grabbed another one. Rare Bloodlines. My heart picked up speed, thinking maybe this was it. But when I opened it, it just listed old names and pack symbols and what Alpha sons had carried special gifts. I wasn’t even from a famous bloodline, as far as I knew. I didn’t even have a wolf.

“You’ve had your say, Valen. But you’ve crossed a line coming here. If you think you can walk into my territory, insult my mate, and walk away unscathed, you’re gravely mistaken.” Valen met Dorian’s glare without flinching, his smirk never wavering. “Ah, there it is,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “The Alpha bravado. But deep down, we both know the truth, don’t we, Dorian? You’re no better than the rest of your bloodline. And just like the others, you’ll fall—by my hand.” Dorian’s body trembled with barely contained fury, his claws digging into the earth. Ulva, sensing her son’s growing rage, stepped forward, her massive paws raking the ground as she growled.

"Neah, we don't have a plan yet. We don't have intel. We don't have..." "We have enough. Price is there. Kessler is there. The serum wolves are there. Everything that's been hunting me is in one location. So we end it." Caleb appears. "End what?" "The Bloodline Project. My uncle Nathan. All of it." I look between them. "I need an assault team. Twenty wolves. Best fighters from both packs. We leave in two hours." "That's suicide," Theo says from behind me. "Then it's suicide. But I'm not living like this anymore. Tracked. Monitored. Designed. I'd rather die fighting than spend one more day being someone's experiment."

“Isn't it just blood? No problem, I am a person who may not have much, but one thing I have is thick blood. Take as much as you want.” With the Ultimate Book of Medicine in hand, I have the world, what more blood. I will make it for you. However, Alex had misunderstood. Lena shook her head and blushed even more. Even her neck was a little red. “It's not your blood. It’s your bloodline, your... kind…” Could you believe it? A basilisk-level thousand-year-old existence would actually utter such words filled with bashfulness as if a virgin. Alex froze as he looked at Bubbles, who was in Lena's arms. This was a really awful question to answer. “Isn't there any other way? I... My children, there a