Flying Dog Bloodline Novels & Stories

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

"I’ve been studying the ancient texts on Primes since the rumors started." "Well, you can stop reading," I said firmly, injecting a tone of supreme confidence into my voice. "In fact, if you look at the historical records of Ford and Fabian’s family line, their grandfather exhibited his dominant wolf traits very early too. It is just a recurring genetic trait in their specific bloodline." Irene blinked, a bit surprised by my knowledge. "You think so?"

I shouldn't have come here, but I needed to know and understand why Remus wanted me so badly. The records showed everything. Fifty three females with rare bloodlines captured in the last decade. Gamma, Beta, even a fewAlphas. All marked as "secured" or "fugitive." My photo was there,my bloodline traced back five generations. FUGITIVE. HIGHVALUE. PRIORITY CAPTURE. I'm not special. I'm just the latest product in a breeding program. I round a corner and slam into another guard. He's massive, easily twice my size, and when his fist connects with my jaw, stars explode across my vision. I hit the ground hard, tasting blood.

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

Long Chen immediately lay down with a helpless smile when he realized everything. "It seems that the two bloodlines and one spirit that I have obtained have different characteristics. The dragon within me symbolizes arrogance and concern, the blood from the Lin Clan symbolizes bonds, and the vermilion Bird spirit symbolizes love. Now that I have new blood, I can feel everything clearly! Ah... Why is this happening?" Long Chen thought to himself with a very annoyed look at all the events that had befallen him.

“No, Viola has done blood drives, that means that she was giving her blood freely. It was always red.” “Before her wolf was present you mean?” Jake asked as he stepped behind Trenton. He looked at my father meaningfully and turned his head to me. “Angels, full angels, bleed silver. When that is mixed the blood is typically red, unless they are also a hunter. An alpha bloodline only.” My eyes widened in surprise. This was the answer I had been searching for wasn’t it? I knew I was a hybrid, my father didn’t know what I was, said it was too dangerous to look into, and yet here was my answer.

“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.

he trailed off, walking to the cabinet and pulling out his vial case. “Unless what?” I snapped. “She’s building a resistance. It’s rare, but it happens with wolves that have a strong lineage or spiritual ties. If her wolf is linked to something—someone—ancient, the powder might not affect her the way it should.” Zephyr explained, his tone etched with confusion as he tried to figure out what the problem might be. “Then double the dose,” I growled. “Triple it. I don’t care. I want that bitch in the ground. Ella’s breathing down my neck.”

Lil Storm nodded enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling excitedly, imagining the thrill of spreading his wings and taking to the skies. As the celebration continued, I watched, feeling grateful for this loving family of mine. We'd been through so much, but moments like these made it all worth it. The future was bright, and I couldn't wait to see what lay ahead for our little family of beasts. Niklaus kissed me with great passion. "Our babies are growing up, Love." David walked up to me with Ariella in his arms, "Guess I'll have to teach her how to fly soon, "Wait! you too can shift and fly?" Raphael was shocked, "How is this possible?" Dad, walked up beaming with pride, "It's called a DNA fusi

"Her father was a shadow drake, like the original father, very rare. There is a touch of shadow in the Daax lineage as well as is evident from the black swirls in their horns." "Like Orion and his father," I note. "And Queen Ona as well," he nods. "This family has a strong connection to the primal lines. They have mixed with one another maybe a little too closely, which is how they avoided blending with the planet as much as other varieties have." "Queen Cressida?" "I'm almost certain she was a universal dragon. Look at her offspring. Three dragons, three varieties--Earth, Air, and Star." "So Carnelia, are you suggesting..."I look at him carefully. "It's not like there is a test we can do wh