Hell House Lineage Novels & Stories

“That's convenient.” “Or deliberate,” Kaelen said. Selene looked at him. “You think someone was hiding them?” “I think we don't know enough to say that.” Kaelen tapped one of the records. “But this is exactly how a bloodline could disappear from history without actually disappearing.” Selene was silent. They were discovering that the history of the First House might have been easier to erase than they had assumed. Kaelen gathered the papers. “We need to narrow the search.” “How?” Orion asked.

For a moment, I considered taking her to one of the other bedrooms, which I’d saved for my future children since I got this suite - but then I thought about the emptiness I had felt each time I’d woken up without her there, and changed my mind. My bed gratefully accepted Hazel’s small body into it, and by the way she immediately curled into the sheets, I figured she accepted it, too. Before going to bed with her, I went out to find the key she had used to escape, which Omari had knocked out of her hand in the commotion of their fight. A tiny label stated that it belonged to one of the omegas, so I left it out in the kitchen to be collected in the morning. But I wasn’t going to blame Keely; H

Robert asked with a secure tone. Louis stepped closer, "That is the riddle I have been trying to solve but you can journey to the kingdom of Nema, there lives a fortune teller that sees beyond the realm, she will help you with what you seek" Louis altered. "A witch?" Robert asked with dismay. Humans who have nothing in common and for him seeking help from a witch will not only bring disaster but a pain to his kingdom. Louis smiled," Mother Wakilimati isn't a witch my lord, she is just a woman endowed with spiritual powers to see beyond what men can't see with bare eyes"

, she communicated moving her lips silently. “The House Chevalier… no longer has a heir.” This was something that always set the fourth manor apart from all others: the existence of a lineage that would continue through generations and kept the memory of the Cloud City. Before Nox, his parents had found each other too late, when they were getting old themselves, so much that his grandparents also decided to have another child before their death in case the lineage could not continue through them. That child also died young, and now the house lost Nox too early.

She pulled me toward another group—Legacy House students, draped in finery like it was armor, the sigils of their bloodlines embroidered in silver thread across their lapels and cuffs. One girl turned as we approached—Delilah Evremonde, descendant of House Evremonde, known for their Alpha pureblood lineage. Her family’s history was practically etched in stone, claiming direct descent from the Dominion Pack, one of the original ruling bloodlines before the High Council centralized power. She eyed me like I was something half-evolved. “Ingrid,” Delilah purred. “Didn’t expect to see you slumming it.” Ingrid’s smile was too sharp. “Just broadening horizons.”

The war was tomorrow and they needed to keep themselves full of blood by Abigail themselves and they needed to reach the heart of the forest quick so that they could get the enchanted peacock and get it's blood. The basis right now was to save Abigail so that she wouldn't loose her lineage. She was the most fragile one now but as for Zeres he was able to take couple of weeks before the lineage in him would begin to fade due to confusion of the thousands of lineages he had become in one nightmare.

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.

But the heir’s stare was steady, unyielding. “My mother was of the Shadowblood line,” he said at last. “I inherited… this.” He gestured vaguely to the darkness curling at his boots. “I didn’t know what it meant until the Creed found me.” “And now?” she asked. “Now I know they’ll never stop coming.” A knock at the door broke the moment. One of the scouts stepped in, snow melting from his cloak. “My lady. You need to hear this.” The heir straightened. “Speak.”

Everything about this place felt abandoned and yet… watched. She stepped into a room she hadn’t dared to open before. It was a library. Floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books that smelled like ancient secrets and dust. Her fingers grazed a spine marked in gold. “History of the Noctem Lineage.” Noctem. The name echoed in her mind. Virel. Lucien Virel. She hadn’t allowed herself to think too much about what he was. But now, in this quiet room surrounded by forgotten truths, she couldn’t keep pretending.

she whispered. Helen continued reading silently before stopping halfway down the page. Her expression changed. She swallowed hard. “I don’t think you’re going to like this.” My stomach tightened. “Read it.” Helen nodded her head before reading aloud. “Should the cursed bloodline continue before the curse is broken, the blood may awaken in the next generation.’” Silence. Absolute silence. No one moved. No one spoke. I stared at the words while my mind tried to make sense of them.