Dragon Ball Bloodlines Novels & Stories

That bloodline. Alice? She was a threat to that. She left him, but not quietly. She fled to Dominic Grey. A name whispered like a death sentence. No one challenged Dominic. Not even Christopher. Not when he had the black market, and the loyalty of entire cartels. A notorious scavenging felon willing to gut someone alive who accidentally stares at him. Alice gave birth to a girl, Jewel Grey. It was Dominic’s. But Christopher insanely wanted Alice. So instead of fighting to win her back, Christopher settled for what was left.

"You'll see. You will realize that you are now mine. I will be the owner of your child. And you—well, you'll either voluntarily serve me or die. The world around me appeared to fall apart as she spoke. The air became darker and colder. I sensed that her power was increasing while mine was rapidly diminishing. There was no escape. Not in this manner. But then a notion came to me through the fog of my panic. The rogue had mentioned something about an old bloodline and my abilities. Is this the case? Was this what I had been looking forward to? I summoned something I didn't entirely grasp by reaching deep within myself with the last of my remaining strength. That ancient force was boiling to th

The words are still ringing in my ears, like they followed me back from the dream. When I finished telling Mira, I saw fear flicker across her face. What is happening to her? Mira thought, her hands tightening around the edge of the tray she had brought. Humans don’t see this. Humans don’t hear this. Humans aren’t chosen by the wolves of prophecy… not like this. Her mind raced, flipping through every story she had ever been told about the Vale bloodline, about the SilverClaw line, about the ancient prophecies whispered among the elders. None of them had ever involved a human. None.

"Does that mean the Moon Goddess made a mistake this time?" Another question popped up. "What do you mean, Victoria? The Moon Goddess knows what she’s doing. She doesn’t make mistakes." "I’m just stating the obvious. Isn’t your dad an Alpha? Mine is, and so are all of you here.. But she, she is half werewolf, half witch." Victoria shot back. "What are you saying, Victoria? She has more Alpha blood than you do. She’s got the Wolf King bloodline." "She’s even the White Wolf. How can you say that, Victoria?"

“According to the records, there were three bloodlines that came to these lands centuries ago. The Solaris line, known for its healing abilities. The Lunaris line, masters of shadow and stealth. And the Stellaris line, whose members possessed the rare ability to see glimpses of the future.” My brows scrunched up as I listened. “And Aria?” “We believe she was the last of the Stellaris line,” Selene said quietly. “Which would explain her unusual ability to see the future. But the Lunaris were said to absorb the life force of others, growing stronger with each kill.” Her words sent murmurs across the Council as Sera and I exchanged glances. “She’s a result of two bloodlines,” I concluded, to wh

—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.

And now—The same people who had forced her into hiding had resurfaced through Ashbourne Academy. The same people connected to the ritual, the same people connected to the strange silver-haired girl was the same people connected to Philipa. A cold sensation crawled down his spine. Then something even worse occurred to him. The girl in the vision had said—The Bloodline has awakened. Not Draven's bloodline, or BloodFall's bloodline. But The bloodline. Singular, specific and important. Draven slowly turned toward the direction of his chambers. Toward Philipa, toward the sleeping woman completely unaware of the storm gathering around her.

She then gave it to him too, his brows furrowed in apprehension. “What's it babe?” I asked curiously. “War is coming, we should be ready.” “So we'd go now.” Anita said, pulling Martha out of the office. “What did they steal, Kael?” His blood shot eyes peered at me. “The Bloodline scroll.” “What's that?” He heaved a sigh of worry and said. “It's a powerful and ancient scroll that was used to find the direct lineage of any wolf alive. All that is needed is blood.”

I say. "Until the seven bloodlines had scattered and evolved and were ready to converge again," he says. "And produced a child who carries the evolved founding line alongside something that has never been combined with it before," I say. We look at each other. "The Alpha bloodline," he says. "Yes," I say. "Mixed with the evolved founding Lunare line," he says. "Yes," I say. "Producing the capacity to read what remains," he says. "Not the present. The history that stays in places."