Celestial Bloodline Novels & Stories

"I am Astral of the Celestial Bloodline. We have come in response to your beacon." "Response how?" I asked carefully. "To offer alliance," the shifting being replied, its form settling temporarily into something resembling a massive raven. "The awakening of your bloodline has made things possible that were impossible for centuries. The old barriers between supernatural entities are dissolving." "What barriers?" Darius asked.

“About Adrian.” My heart stops. “The turning,” Vera says gently. “It’s not permanent. Not completely.” I stare. “What do you mean?” “There’s a cure,” Lucira says. “One cure. The blood of the true mate, willingly given under the Bloodline Eclipse. Royal hybrid blood offered with love can burn the sire bond away forever.” I sit up too fast, head spinning. “You’re saying if I give him my blood during the eclipse…” “He’ll be free,” Vera finishes. “Human again. Or as close as he can get.”

—echoed like a ticking bomb inside my chest. Why turn himself in now? Why after all this time, after everything he’s done? Because he was done being the hunter. He wanted to become the bait. And we were too grief-drunk to realize it. The Chevres. That name has been vibrating like a warning in my skull. Rosetta. Damon. The whole damn bloodline. They’re still out there. Jace pulled the bike to a stop by a cliff that overlooked a black stretch of forest. Stars bled into the open sky. For a second, it felt like we were just...people.

Like finding something she had suspected might be there. "Your blood carries an old lineage," she said. "Older than Moonlight Pack. Older than most of the bloodlines still walking. You have healer blood — not ordinary healer blood, but the first kind. The kind that was common before the packs fractured and the old families scattered." She paused. "Someone in your direct line was divine." The room was very quiet.

“Even what's growing inside you.” My entire body went cold. “No.” “Yes.” Her smile widened. “And what a powerful little pup it will be.” Nova stared at her. “So all of this is about power?” “Of course it is.” The answer came from Grandfather. Like it was obvious. Like it should've been obvious. “You girls still don't understand what you are.” His eyes glowed. “Celestial wolves are rare.” “Your bloodline is rare.” “Your offspring will be extraordinary.” I felt physically ill.

She looked down at his chest as more blood trickled down, his heart pounding slowly, his breathing pace reducing. Quickly, she pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, cut out a lace from the end of her gown, and quickly muffled it inside the hole the dagger created. With her eyes closed, she bent closer to him, his face meeting hers and gently she inhaled through his nostril, her powers pouring into him fiercely. Suddenly, green smoke emits from his mouth, his heartbeat begins to race faster as each finger in his hands vibrates. Merga watched as her powers slowly revived him, the blood on him drying up immediately. Slowly his eyes began to open, Merga's heart began to pound faster as she r

This had started long before any of them. “The triplets shouldn’t exist,” I said quietly. The room went still. Selene stepped closer to the table. “What do you mean?” I rested my hand lightly against the parchment. “Certain bloodlines were never meant to merge,” I explained. “Not naturally.” Selene’s expression sharpened. “You think Celeste carries one of the old lines.” “She does.” “And Kharl?” “He carries the other.” The silence deepened after that. Because now they understood. Not fully.

I wish with all my heart I could have guided you through this journey in person, but fate had other plans for our family. *There are truths I couldn't share while you were younger, burdens too heavy for a child to bear. The Royal bloodlines were never truly extinguished, merely hidden in plain sight. Your mother carried both Lunar and Celestial blood, while my line preserved Terra and Solar heritage. You and Matthias are the culmination of a plan set in motion centuries ago, the reunification of all four Royal lines in preparation for the Great Rebalancing.*

“It means your bloodline existed before the Vales, before the Virellis, and before the Cross family.” Evelyn stepped closer. “The original Sovereign carriers.” My heart pounded. “So I’m not the fourth bloodline.” My mother shook her head. “No.” “You said the fourth bloodline was inside me.” “It is.” “Then how?” “Because your blood contains both.” She looked at Lucien. “The original Seraphim Line and the Virelli genetic bridge.” Lucien’s face tightened. “And Gabriel?” My mother hesitated. “Gabriel was obsessed with the Seraphim Line.”

Forty-six children across three generations who had not made it to this moment. I held this one tighter. Stella drove without being asked to go faster and went faster anyway. The infant looked up at me the entire journey. I looked back. Whatever was rising through the original site had been below everything for longer than any of the structures the pack world had built above it. The corruption had been installed on top of this site. The Lunara bloodline had been created to counter the corruption. The Primordial line had been in dormancy waiting for the Lunara to reach full power. The third bloodline had been suppressed before it could establish itself. All of it on top of something. On top o