Day Of The Dead: Bloodline Cast Novels & Stories

“You were supposed to be dead.” The stranger’s lips curved faintly. “Death,” they said softly, “is rarely permanent in our line.” Our line. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. “What do you mean?” I demanded. The stranger’s gaze locked onto mine. “You carry Selene Thorn’s blood,” they said. “But not only hers.” The air seemed to thin. The shadows around my arms tightened instinctively. Damien moved a step closer, dagger gleaming in his hand. “Careful,” he warned them. “You’ll unravel everything.”

Elder Helen—the survivor of the Blood Alpha lineage, thought dead for generations. My blood froze. As Elder Helen kneels before me, she reveals the Luna’s true Alpha Blood lineage—able to command any wolf. My choices and loyalties fracture as ancient power roars back to life, threatening friend and foe alike. The clearing is still. Moonlight pierces the smoky air. Trees watch. The camps’ flickering fires cast long shadows behind the cloaked figure. Helen steps forward, robes whispering against the fallen leaves. She’s ancient—lines carved in her face, silver hair braided with bones. Her presence humbles the Unmarked around us.

—THE ANCIENT AWAKENING A blast of energy burst from Ava’s chest—the obsidian pendant burned white-hot. The blood on her skin shimmered, then lifted into the air like smoke. The Moon above turned fully crimson. A voice filled the chamber—not hers. But a thousand voices—women long dead, wolves long buried. “We are the Bloodline. We remember.” “We were never yours to bind.” The silver shackles melted. The Moon Blade cracked. Ava rose from the altar—eyes glowing white. Hair whipping behind her like wildfire. The Elders backed away in fear. The crowd fell silent.

Something in my chest that has been in one position for eleven days shifts. "Vienna reported in this morning." He crosses to my desk. Sets down a single printed page with the deliberate care of someone who has thought carefully about how to deliver something. "Prague went dark yesterday. Lisbon haven't responded to three separate messages." He pauses. His voice doesn't change — he's too good for that — but something behind his eyes does. "The degradation pattern is consistent across all five bloodlines. Starts eleven days ago. Simultaneously." Another pause. "To the hour."

“After today, you’ll be Mrs. DeLuca.” I looked out at the pale morning sky beyond the tinted glass. “All right,” I said. And ended the call. After today, Scarlett Moretti would no longer exist.

Now come home to the one who truly owns the bloodline. The gold light around Elias and Liora flared brighter. Their eyes turned toward the broken doorway where a figure now stood in the smoke and dust. The figure stepped forward into the light and the children did not run. They walked toward it with steady steps while Damien and Zara lay motionless in the rubble, human and broken and no longer able to follow. The figure smiled with Zara’s mother’s face. The bloodline always returns to its source, it said. And I have waited a very long time to take it back.

Demanded my assignment be voided by Alpha authority. The elder looked at him. At the parchment Kael had shoved across the table. At the sealed mark of Everglades. "Blood-moon sealing is absolute, Kael. Even for you." Kael's hands flattened on the wood. Claws extended, gouging five deep tracks. "She's mine." "Was yours." The elder didn't flinch. "The covenant says she chose. You cannot un-choose for her." Kael stared at the gouges. At the wood splinters. At the blood where he'd cut his own palms without feeling it.

Pren. "Australia confirmed. Seven bloodlines represented in the delegation. The Australian session is in four days." A pause. "Ella. Dara's daughter in Santa Fe. The teacher." Another pause. "She contacted us today. She received her letter." Another pause. "Her bloodline mapping came back." "And?" I text. "Bloodline one," he says. "But Ella. There's something else in her profile that we've never seen before." "What?" I text. His response takes ninety seconds. Not that I was counting. I was just kind of anticipating what it would be and that made me count till he responded.

" Just those two syllables silenced Marco's sobbing instantly. "You have bled for the Family. I remember." A flash of wild hope lit Marco's eyes. "However." Don Vincenzo stood and walked slowly toward him, looking down from above. "You killed my blood. You owe me a blood debt. It must be repaid." He delivered the final judgment. "At sunrise tomorrow, your right hand will be cut off. You are stripped of all rank and property. You will be expelled from the inner circle. Your life will be spared. This is the greatest mercy I can offer."