Game Of Thrones Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Was Jace really Dominic’s adopted son—or was he something far more dangerous? A pawn. A weapon. The lost bloodline of the Chevre, raised in the heart of their enemy’s house. The implications twisted through the decades of bitter feud, alliances broken, and lives destroyed. Jace Grey was no accident. He was the result of a gamble played by men who dealt in secrets. And now, knowing the truth, the observer smiled—cold, calculating. The game had just changed.

“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.

Edmund sat down opposite me, while Ashton remained standing. “There are four royal lines spread throughout Europe. The oldest family is yours. The second family is the Archambeau line, the third family is the Conrad line, and the fourth family is the Anselm line. The St. Claire line ruled in Scotland, and the Archambeau line still rules in France. The Conrad line rules in Germany, and the Anselm line rules in Denmark,” Edmund said. “My insanity comment hasn’t changed,” I said. Edmund regarded me carefully. Royal families? This man was delusional, and he was really convinced that I was this prince he was looking for. I could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all.

someone said quietly. Silence fell. “No,” I whispered, trying to convince them—or maybe myself. “That can’t be. They’re just infants.” “They’re not just anything,” the lead Lord said. “They’re the product of a line that should have never crossed. Alpha and the golden bloodline. Bloodlines that were never meant to merge.” “And now the realms will bleed for it.” I pressed my palms to my temples. “We can stop this. There’s still time.” “Are you sure about that?” The Lord’s tone was sharp. “Can you still control yourself?”

The Bloodseer. Rain. My breath caught. They weren’t threatening me. They were asking for me. For her. I almost dropped the medallion, but the next line of smoke stopped me cold. “Do this, and your family will be spared when the Purge begins.” The Purge of Blood. Elias had mentioned it once, a prophecy, or maybe just a warning, that when the Shadowborn returned, they would cleanse the old bloodlines that betrayed them. The Lannisters were one of those bloodlines.

“You were useful.” That stings. “My mother helped design it,” he continues. I freeze. “What?” “Your mother.” “She hated Darius.” “She hated what he represented.” I stare at him. “Which is?” “Chosen blood.” I swallow. “He is just an Alpha.” “He is more than that and so is she.” “She?” “Elara.” Her name tastes bitter. “What does she have to do with this?” “Everything.” He walks slowly across the room, like he is choosing each word carefully. “The Moon Goddess does not choose randomly. She backs bloodlines. She strengthens certain families. Darius’s line. Elara’s line.”

Pure blood, this must be what they were looking for in Lars. However, as far as Keelin knew, Lars' blood, royal blood, was different from pure blood. The royal bloodline represents the dominant power, depending on each generation, it will develop a unique, very strong, and very special ability. And the current Lars is the vampire possessing the greatest power in the royal family ever.

The unnatural spiral is visible for all to see. Gasps echoed even louder than the laughter before. Most didn’t know what it meant, but for those that knew. It carried greater importance. “The Royal Pelasgus Bloodline of Pure Lycans,” someone whispered. “The birthright of rulers before your name ever tainted this land. I was an orphan so I never got to know my heritage. But the great old wolf, Tyrion, helped me realize this fact.” Aurelius’ expression hardened. “That mark proves nothing.”

She had wanted us to visit during Samhain but I wasn't able to get Caden to do so. "A boy, it's always a boy. Alpha, beta, and gamma bloodlines almost always end up with a boy as their first born," Brody snorted. Caden nudged him as they both stood up to go back to their seats," Beta Orion wasn't the oldest of his bloodline! He has four sisters, three older and one younger. Just because Ace was born beta doesn't mean it was going to end up a male pup." "Gideon wants a daughter," I absentmindedly spoke, settling back into the couch.