Deadliest Catch: Bloodline Novels & Stories

"They will not be a problem. Zack and Justin trust them" "Check their backgrounds" "Done, they are clear Philip" "How is Justin?" "He is doing well, he just needed rest" "That's good, our Justin is a born fighter" "Yes, he is Carlisle" Devon readily agreed. "A true Dalton" "He will pay for Justin's every wound and blood wasted from his body. He will pay double for the pain Justin felt today" "Yes Lean, I want him to suffer. I want him to beg for his death" Bienley gritted his teeth in anger.

The figure lunged. Instinct kicked in. Evelyn’s hands flared with crimson light, her bloodline power igniting. The figure screamed, dissipating into smoke. Her breath hitched. She had done it. But the Labyrinth was merciless. Another shadow appeared, and then another, each feeding on her fear, forcing her to harness her power with precision. She realized quickly that brute strength alone wouldn’t work; she had to understand the rhythm of her bloodline, the flow of energy that Lucien had hinted at, and the grounding presence of Elias.

His eyes fell on her before he moved it to Maximus. “The lives of the ones we lost will be required from you. Today, we will settle the score. A life…for a life.” Julianne’s chest tightened. She could sense the brooding danger that was about to happen and it seems this one is more ruthless than Jordan because the others seem to answer to him.

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

He drove. With the situation at hand taking the main road to the villa was a risk, someone might be watching him right now. He took the logging trail that looped around the back of the ridge. He parked a mile out and walked the rest of the way, moving through the dripping forest like a ghost. He smelled three things before he saw it. Smoke. Cordite. Blood. He reached the tree line overlooking the rear courtyard. Park signaled behind him. Twelve men emerged from the trees. These were thugs from the underground fighting rings of Busan. They carried baseball bats wrapped in barbed wire, hatchets, and knives.

Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.

He had this look like he knew something we didn’t. “I know more than you think” Jaxson called his bluff but I felt a twinge of worry shoot through him. “You…you k-keep thinking that.” Jared sputtered as blood ran down his face and the light in his eyes ran out. Rolling over, he officially bled out, making Jaxson the winner. I heard a clapping coming from behind the cage and a few people. The clapping grew louder as the person came into view, “Well, that was entertaining to say the least!” Oh fuck…

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword. “B-behold, a sword that d-drains the blood of anyone who s-tands against it.” The globin revealed its potential. “And it goes for five thousand gold coins.” Lord Orc raised his hand, his armpit sprouting with overgrown hair. “Five thousand gold coins!” Another brute voice rose from the back. “Six thousand gold coins!” “I have eight thousand!” Someone growled behind Aetherion, startling the young king’s fearsome heart. Kaelric wasn't intimidated by tense power dynamics as fights never ensued during an auction—but a king's body would be found cold on his way back.

“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.