Dragon Bloodline Novels & Stories

“Mother told us that the Hunt bloodline wasn't just a lineage of witches and wolves. It was a bridge. She said that one day, two girls would be born sisters, tribrids of the highest order, blessed by the spirit shifters themselves. Not just common shifters, but those of royal, primordial blood.” Dominic’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, the King of Dragons within him vibrating in recognition of the words. “She told me once, too,” he murmured. “A long time ago, when Alaric and I were just boys. She said our fates were written in blood long before we were born.”

“Most of the records are incomplete, but there are repeated mentions of three bloodlines joining together.” “Wolf, witch, and vampire,” Damon said quietly. Mira nodded. “Yes.” Dravenna finally spoke again from inside the cage. “That was always the part people feared most.” Rylan crossed his arms. “Why?” “Because no one knew what kind of power could be created from all three bloodlines,” Dravenna answered. “Some believed it could unite territories. Others believed it could destroy them.” Maya looked nervous. “That sounds comforting.” Rylan gave her a tired look. “At least she’s honest.”

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

It was so high that it required he shift to his beast state to reach it; after which he returned to his humanoid self. What could be keeping him? He knew her patience level was low on the best of days. He also knew her reason for wanting to see him. Was he taunting her to punish her because she refused to walk away from the love she felt for Tristan? He was not of royal blood, after all. Not to mention that he was of the family Dragonas and was tainted by the surface human’s genetic line.

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

Slowly she began to nod, “Yes, that just may work. If we draw on all of our powers, yes, yes, I think that will work. Will Bethel be willing to help?” Seraphina nodded, “Yes, I’m sure she will help.” “WAIT!” Achilles interrupted the two as they set to work, “Why does it have to be Seraphina’s blood in the sacrifice? Seraphina, I don’t want you to be injured or placed in harms way.” “Your Highness, there is no power greater than that of the Dragon, not to mention, Seraphina is also a carrier of Alexandria’s Genesis and has traveller blood, her blood couldn’t be more powerful.”

"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." "Then since it's not a problem then it calls for celebration knowing our Luna is about to give us a special child, the last bloodline of our forefathers that is rare, we the moonstone pack is happy, may the moon goddess continue to reign forever for this blessing." The beta said. Terrible lighting took place while Collen's wife was still trying to giv

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.