Castlevania Bloodlines Rom 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.

You cannot flee. Ava’s voice, distant now, whispered in her ear: “Trust yourself. The bloodline will guide you, but you decide how you wield it.” Evelyn raised her head, taking a slow, steadying breath. She focused on the warmth in her chest—the pulse of her own blood, her own life, her own will. The whispers faltered, then scattered like leaves in a storm. “Good,” Lucien said, voice softer now. “You have control—at least for now.”

Radar went off that instant. I signalled to Matteo. "Go ahead and empty the casket." One of Rodriguez's men darted his eyes to Rodriguez — this was it. My hands shot to my holster. Rodriguez was slower. Two bullets burst out of my gun, one hitting Rodriguez in the arm, and the other dropping the Bratva man by his side. Matteo and Cesare opened fire, dropping two more men. Romero and Luca held the last man at gunpoint. I walked over to Rodriguez, who was bleeding out on the floor, and pointed my gun at his skull.

She was only brutally honest. The wolf princess walked further into the hallway until she was right in front of Carys’s room. “If you are going to open this door, do it quickly." Her shoulders went up to signal that her hands were hurting. Carys’s ended up opening the door, and Lyra marched in fiercely, dropping several books onto the table. “Pack bloodlines. Court alliances. Noble territories,” Lyra listed. “You need to learn who wants you gone.” Carys stared at the books blankly. “That sounds exhausting.”

Marco Rossi's face darkened. He clearly had not expected that reaction from me. Beneath his white dress shirt, the heavy muscles across his chest and shoulders tightened instantly. "Lucia Romano, do you think you're worthy of invoking the Godfather?" He reached out, trying to seize my chin and force me to look up at him. I turned sideways and avoided him. His hand froze midair. The shock in his eyes quickly hardened into anger, his predatory gaze sliding across my lips and down my neck.

"You'll see. You will realize that you are now mine. I will be the owner of your child. And you—well, you'll either voluntarily serve me or die. The world around me appeared to fall apart as she spoke. The air became darker and colder. I sensed that her power was increasing while mine was rapidly diminishing. There was no escape. Not in this manner. But then a notion came to me through the fog of my panic. The rogue had mentioned something about an old bloodline and my abilities. Is this the case? Was this what I had been looking forward to? I summoned something I didn't entirely grasp by reaching deep within myself with the last of my remaining strength. That ancient force was boiling to th

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

Every vampire they passed bowed slightly, deferred to his presence like he was more than a noble or a general. Like he was royalty. She found the ledger she needed in a locked cabinet: Bloodlines of the Ancients. It was thick and heavy, bound in worn leather and sealed with iron clasps. She picked the lock with a flick of her dagger and flipped through the pages until she found it: