German Shepherd Champion Bloodline Novels & Stories

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.

Paul's brow furrowed as he prepared to clear the air. "Our trust company always plays by the book. Mr. Smith's investment fell short of the 2.1 billion dollar mark, so by the letter of the law, that 1.8 billion isn't trust money–it's part of Smith Beverage Group's assets. "The rules are clear: only the Smith Group's heir can touch that cash, and that heir is Ms. Smith. She's the one and only rightful owner of the 1.8 billion." Ethan was floored, barely able to whisper, "No way! How on earth could Lily have access to that money?"

Gabbi replied. "You know how Liam and Karl are from Germany? Well, there's a reason. And they have a special bloodline. There are five to be exact. The first one is the most powerful, and one male heir from each bloodline sits on their council. They enforce the rules and laws. They are the only ones that can give permission to marry other people." Rayna explained. "Powerful bloodline? What the hell does that mean?" Gabbi asked. "Wolf bloodlines." Rayna replied.

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.

We’d just fought about this in the SUV. Sebastian, ever the tactician, didn't miss a beat. “Grandma, you’ve got decades left. And we’re currently locked into the championship season. The lineage will continue when the stars align.” He threw a wink at Diego, who immediately caught the hint and redirected the conversation toward the horses. “I heard you’ve bred some legendary shifters, Carmen. I’ve been looking for a mount that can actually handle a wolf’s weight.” Relief washed over me as Carmen launched into a passionate history of her prize-winning stallions. Under the table, Sebastian’s hand found mine, giving it a quick, grounding squeeze.

The hunting grounds were divided into three categories: first-tier, second-tier, and third-tier! The strength of the participants determined the type of prey they would face. Logo, holding his spear-scythe, arrived at the entrance. Lines of Bloodhounds lay on the ground. Every Gendaya participant entering the hunting grounds was required to lead one, which helped in tracking prey. Bloodhounds were a type of extraordinary canine creature that the Gendaya had domesticated for years. They had the intelligence of a ten-year-old human, were fiercely loyal, fearless, and had extremely sharp senses of smell and perception.

I ask, because even though I wouldn’t want that, she hasn’t even shifted, I don’t want to assume and offend my mate’s father. “I appreciate that offer, but no. She isn’t even a wolf yet. She won’t be able to take any title till she is 25 or meets her mate. I believe you will need to choose a Beta line if you choose to take over as Alpha, and you would need a Gamma as well considering his line died in the war.” “Alright, noted. Let’s get going.”

Several older she-wolves were gathered there, quietly socializing over their afternoon tea, projecting an image of harmless, domestic tranquility. As he crossed the final threshold, the sheer power of the scent hit him. His wolf that lived beneath his rigorous training, erupted in a sudden, violent spasm of instinctual recognition. ‘Walther, this is not a coincidence! That scent is too specific, too potent! We have not encountered this precise signature for ages! Yes, it has matured, it has settled into its new environment, but the dominant, genetic core is indisputable. This is the blood-scent of the Royal Line itself! It belongs to the one who was lost!’

The German Shepherd barked at Damian frenziedly, ready to pounce at Damian. "F*cking hound. A f*cking animal being fiercer than a human. I'm gonna f*cking show you who's the boss..." Damian had the advantage of the dog's leash, so avoiding the German Shepherd's attack was easy. Instead, he took advantage of the leash and spun around to disorientate the dog. Damian noticed the German Shepherd was disorientated, stepped on the leash to stop it from moving, and used the remaining leash to tie its hind legs, rendering it immobile.

The young ladies couldn't help but admire him as he made his way to the stage, the crown on his head giving him an air of strength. "Now, presenting to you the daughter of the light, the Luna of the Nightfall Pack, the one who carries royal blood, the white wolf, the source of light and wisdom, Luna Selena Kephissa Attalos, descendant of the Habsburg family, granddaughter of the great wolf king, Luna Selena Kephissa Attalos." As the announcement concluded, Selena walked in, her father by her side. The crowd erupted in loud cheers. Rufus couldn't help but smile as he watched Selena, who looked like a goddess of beauty.