Bully Bloodlines Romane & Geschichten

“Not just any child—something powerful. Bella is rare: divine blood, witch-blood braided with lineage that could seed a dynasty. If I bind her, or bind her line, I secure a son who will carry what my brother could only dream of. That throne will be mine.” The image he let me glimpse was obscene and precise: a name retitled, legions bowing, a child born under his sign. I tasted metal and a feral hunger rose in my gut. Every man wants the same from Bella. Is her bloodline that powerful? That means her twins will be unstoppable. I clenched my fists with fury and jealousy. “You ask me to do the dirty work—be the bait, the traitor,” I said, voice steady though my heart hammered. “And in return, y

“He has lost a lot of blood. He needs a transfusion, but his blood type is rare. Since you are his father, you must share the same blood group.” “Is his blood group O negative?” Gunnar asked, already knowing the answer. “Yes, it is,” the doctor confirmed. “Then that’s great,” Gunnar said. “But I can’t give him blood right now. I’m busy with the pack, I have a meeting with the elders today. Can you find another donor?” The doctor was stunned. A parent unwilling to prioritize his son’s life over pack duties was unthinkable. Still, he masked his feelings, voice steady.

Toward my father’s resurrection. Guards came from everywhere. We fought through them. Claws and teeth and desperation. Blood splattered the corrupted earth. Some was theirs. Some was ours. I lost track of who fell. Who died. I just kept moving forward. Kept pushing toward the centre. A massive wolf blocked our path. Bigger than any natural wolf. His eyes glowed blue. Another cursed bloodline. He roared a challenge. I met him head-on. Shifted into my silver form. The First Blood surged through me. We collided like thunder. He was strong but I was furious. I tore through him. Left him bleeding and broken and moved on.

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”

“Then we go harder. We make ourselves too valuable to destroy. We bring in more family. We make the content so addictive that the world protects us.” That night, they announced their boldest stream yet: “Bloodline Defiance.” The studio was set with a darker, more intimate atmosphere — deep crimson lighting, heavy chains hanging like warnings, and cameras positioned like silent judges. Over 6.8 million viewers joined as Sophia and Aurora stood at the center with four new cousins, all eager but visibly nervous. Sophia spoke directly into the main camera, her voice low and defiant. “They think they can scare us. Tonight we show them — and you — that the Kane bloodline doesn’t break. We only bur

Lyra stayed with the babies. “The curse is reacting to new Virel blood,” the oldest Keeper said. “What does that mean?” Kael asked. “It means it’s fighting back. The renewal angered it.” “Can we stop it?” “We can slow it. With blood. With vows. With time.” Kael came home grim. Lyra saw it on his face the second he walked in. “What is it?” “Nothing. Just house stuff.” She didn’t believe him. But she didn’t push. Not with the babies finally asleep.

But Lucas had already grabbed the guy by his throat and lifted him off the floor, Cressa still holding his arm and begging him to stop. Sapphira and El also jumped to their feet to help pull him off the guy. Now half the football team was involved, and the rest of the school was staring, knowing full well what kind of trouble they would be in for this. Fighting among pack members was common but strictly prohibited on school grounds. Young males often struggled to control themselves after coming of age, and from what Cressa had said recently, Lucas was having a tough time. Lucas still had the guy by the throat and threatened to kill him while the football team tried to pull them apart, but Lu

When she managed to stand straight, she looked up at the person she ran into and more tears spill from her eyes. Her tormentor. Her Bully. The only person all out to make her life miserable, but the thing is she wasn't strong for whatever he has planned for her and she knew, she just knew that it will break her. T.B.C

Blood dripped from his muzzle. "Now, just in case you forgot what I said the other night, let me repeat it. I'm staying," Adira said, her eyes narrow slits, as she glared at the bully. "As are the humans who live here. As are any others who wish to remain in Bull Creek. And there isn't a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it. If you can't handle our kind being here, then I suggest you pack your shit and get out yourselves. You're the ones not wanted here. I don't care for bullies. Come at me, or anyone else here, again, and I'll shoot a blue spark right up your ass."

I feel peaceful and happy. Chen flipped the next page. 'Bloodlines... they are a heritage present in every living being— beast, plant, or human. Bloodlines do not mean the blood flowing within one's body. It is a complete heritage. A bloodline births a martial soul, innate talent, and physically unique qualities. So, a bloodline can only be recorded by measuring the mentioned areas of interest. This is the only thing a person needs to know about bloodlines.' The definition was written in the middle of the yellowed parchment and there was nothing else.