Challenge Bloodlines Novels & Stories

This time Leo leaves a hand on my shoulder and turns me to face Ben along with him. “Ben, this is Remington. Alpha Jamie’s son.” This one sentence changed the air around us. A new wind blew through the pack members as the truth of my bloodline was announced so simply in that one introduction. Whispers moved through the group but the loudest gasp came from right in front of me, standing next to Ben. For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed.

"The Covenant claimed to have destroyed seventeen royal bloodlines over three thousand years. But bloodlines are resourceful, especially when survival is at stake. I would estimate at least eight lines survived by going into deep hiding. Maybe more." Eight bloodlines. If even half of them were willing to help with the renewal, we could distribute the burden enough that my reduced power might not matter. The renewal could succeed without requiring me to sacrifice more of myself. For the first time since Dr. Torres had used the extraction device on me, I felt genuine hope about the future. "Help me find them," I said to Victoria. "Help me reach out to the hidden bloodlines and convince them to

"Cael gave me the bloodline willingly. He chose me as his successor." "Cael was weak. Broken by imprisonment. His choice was made under duress." Aleksander's silver eyes fixed on me. "I challenge you, Seraphina Ashford. Trial by combat for the bloodline anchor. If you win, I'll accept your authority. If I win, the bloodline passes to someone worthy. Someone pure." Through the bloodline, I felt the vampires connected to me. Felt their divided response. Some supported Aleksander—agreed that a pure-blood should be the anchor. Others rejected him, remembered what pure-blood supremacy had led to before.

she said to him. Kiran grabbed her hand when she reached for the needle in his arm. “Give him what he needs. I’ll be fine.” The nurse glanced at Malcolm as Kiran released his grip on her and he nodded his head. “Carter, we need to find more Type O candidates under the Zetas. The King might need more blood than his father can give him without dying himself.” “You just keep him alive!” Kiran said harshly, and sat back down in the chair. “Go, Carter,” Malcolm said in a whisper, his voice desperate. “And be quick about it.”

“Now, that, I’m pretty proud of putting together. It’s actually a big part of my dissertation. It’s been years of rese…” “Cecilia, what bloodlines?” I interjected. “Oh, right, sorry,” she rushed. “Well, it’s kind of just a theory, but I believe the reason Blood Moons are so rare are because they only appear for specific bloodlines in our species. You know how a banshee will scream for those five human families kind of thing?” “I guess I’ve heard of that,” I replied. “But what families?”

“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

“The people who interfered with your life may have known about your bloodline long before you even understood what made you different.” Elena's fingers tightened around the edge of the table, and I could see the anger building inside her. She had spent too many years being controlled by people who claimed they knew what was best for her. “They took away my choices because of something I didn't even know I carried,” she whispered, staring at the ancient symbols with a wounded expression. “And now they might be coming after my daughter because of the same blood.” I reached for her hand and held it firmly, wanting her to feel that she wasn't standing alone in this. “Nobody is taking your daught

Alpha Collen mumbled in excitement. "But there is a little problem." The beta said. "What problem?" "The seer (witch) of the pack mentioned that the child in your mate womb is carrying the last bloodline of your great grandparents." He added. "That is not a problem, my child is special then, you know I heard from my parents that my great grandfather was a big red and black werewolf, I wonder what colour my child will be, even if my child doesn't inherit I or my mate's colour of the wolf, I know my child will have those wolf yellowish eyes just like every one of us here in our pack."

Keeping herself thin also had the benefit of disguising her brutal strength. The royal family had the strongest bloodline and, therefore, the most powerful wolves. It was why her father tried to marry her off to a courtier; to dilute her power and reduce the risk to Leon's rule. Only, she had run away. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and she had never seen pictures of her. Her father wiped all evidence of her from the palace, and it was forbidden to talk about her. Consequently, she knew almost nothing about her mother. Did she have brown hair and blue eyes, or blonde hair with brown eyes? Was she tall or short? So many versions of her mother existed in her mind.

It is crude, uninhibited, yet it exists. "Why me?" I whisper, barely audible. "Why do I have this—this power?" Lucian is indecisive in response. The lineage of your blood is unique, Freya. With something old, some mighty thing it brings. But that will get you, too, a target. The words of his send chills up my spine. "A target for who?" "Everyone," he says simply. The rascals, Kane, even your pack, if they had known what was right.