Deadliest Catch: Bloodline Novels & Stories

"You took my money. You tried to kill me." "It was just business!" Elijah protested. "Nothing personal!" "It is personal now," I replied and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit him in the back of the head. He fell face down on his expensive carpet. Blood pooled around his body. I turned and walked out. The casino was a massacre. Bodies were everywhere. Blood soaked into everything. My men were waiting by the door. "It is done," Sergei said. "Good," I replied. "Let us go." We drove away from the casino, leaving the carnage behind.

Five wolves burst through—silver, black, and three shades of brown, all fury and fangs and killing intent. The Shadowbreed hissed and lunged. Mason staggered back, cussing but it was too late. They were everywhere. Ethan used the opening. He rose, barely but his eyes locked on Lydia. “Lydia,” he choked out, coughing blood. Mason’s eyes snapped to her like a switch had been flipped. What came next was...rage, panic and desperation. He grabbed the chair Lydia was tied to and started dragging her across the floor toward a massive, rusted grinder set into the ground.

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.

I also wanted to kill them. “The war was ugly. But the worst of it, was right at the start. Jamie and Lana were called out for a strange sighting. Lana was a badass wolf, a warrior as good as the best of them. They went together, along with a handful of warriors to investigate. Two wolves returned. And neither was Jamie or Lana. These wolves were badly beaten. They spoke of how they were ambushed as they came around the bend of the largest rock. How they were waiting on the rocks and came down upon them. They couldn’t smell them, couldn’t sense them. They were invisible. And the first things they did, was kill your parents.” “Who.”

“I did hear the stories, some of them. I did the research, but I was focused on Blood River mainly.” “There’s your mistake. You should have been looking at their enemies.” “You’re right. But it was to our knowledge all of Blood Moon was taken out. I thought that would be impossible without a few running.” “It was possible.” I cut in, my voice cracking. “I was chosen for my bloodline.” And Miles got away. Maybe there were others. But I saw the absolute carnage, how we were herded and practically defenseless against wolves. “I can’t imagine the reason behind it,” he said seemingly to himself.

“I’ve gone fishing just to see everybody dead when I got home. All of the Zel Cantheliz lineages were killed, except me and grandpa, the eldest in line. He helped me escape.” The lake remained calm for a while but I felt a little tug at the hook of my fishing rod. Eventually, a hungry fish bit my bait and struggled against being pulled off the water. It was a moderately big one. I smiled at my catch but instantly felt bad as I watched it pathetically wriggle for its life and was slowly dying. Our family has been shrouded with death and father has been its witness.

I carry the Godfather's bloodline. The air froze instantly. Marco's face turned a violent shade of red. The hand gripping Mia's backside tightened suddenly. She let out a muffled cry of pain but did not dare struggle. "What did you say?" The words squeezed out between Marco's teeth. His eyes locked onto my flat stomach, as if fire might erupt from them at any moment. The next second, his thick hand wrapped around my throat. "You've always been a rude little tramp. But at the very least, you shouldn't throw filth onto the Godfather."

He grabbed his gun from the ground with his right hand and held my hand above my head with his left hand. 'I hope you burn in hell!' I spat when he pointed the gun at my head. 'Oh no. You'll be the one burning.' A stranger's voice screamed from the doorway. A gun was fired when I closed my eyes. A heavy weight fell down on me and cut off my air pipe. I heard my father breathing out his last breath and tried pushing off the heavy body of my father but I didn't have the strength. I felt warm liquid over my left arm. My father's blood. He's dead.

Together, they would face whatever awaited. And then they reached the threshold. Evelyn’s breath caught, the sight of the blood stark and alive in the morning light. She could see the jagged streaks, the pattern of chaos and pain, and a cold shiver ran through her. Her fingers tightened on Damon’s arm, seeking the reassurance of his presence, his strength, the bond that tethered them together.

“The bridge is calling me. In a few hours… I’ll have to make the choice. Unity with his bloodline… or war.” Damien knelt beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Whatever you choose, we stand with you. This is our family. Our legacy.” As the enemy forces closed in and the base defenses strained, one final message appeared on the emergency screen: “Four hours until breach. The rival bloodline is coming for its rightful heir. Choose wisely, Voss.” The war between bloodlines had truly begun.