Hell House Lineage Novels & Stories

Lorenzo looked at Cassie, his face serious. He could tell she was shaken by what she had just told him. He had a strong feeling that the woman from her dreams was an ancestor, probably Morganna Hellsing if he had to guess. He had a hunch something like this might happen. After all, Cassie was the last of the Hellsing family, and with the return of Vlad Dracula, anything was possible. He knew that the Hellsing bloodline had a special gift. They could get knowledge and power from their ancestors. If Morganna had appeared to Cassie, it meant Cassie might be able to unlock these powers.

“The house was built to carry a broken inheritance. Not to imprison a monster. To hold a bloodline that could not be fully killed.” Aira felt the blood drain from her face. “The first child.” The basin woman closed her eyes once. “The line’s unfinished heir.” The thing in the floor looked almost amused. “Finally.” Aira’s breath stuttered. Then the truth slammed into place with brutal clarity. The child in the floor was not a random reflection. It was the unfinished first heir of the bloodline, buried before it could be born. A held life. A failed severance. A piece of the line that had been trapped in the house and fed through memory, mark, and seal until it learned how to speak again.

Isaiah replied and clicked his tongue. "I hate when you do that. Anyway," he looked at the doctors. "Do not think about the Halls. No one with that special blood exist again. Things have changed. Everyone from that lineage are dead. Remember they killed them all during the war? The enemies saw them as a threat." The doctor who had spoken up shook his head. "You are correct and wrong at the same time, doctor Asher. In fact, there is one more member of these family that still has this special blood flowing through her vein."

Kit asked, curiosity peeked instantly. "Yes, Jo is the Hell Fire Alpha, the head Alpha from the Nightshade line. I am an omega from that line as well. Jo and his Rogues went out on scouting parties to locate and bring other Nightshades back to him. Jo wanted to build the Nightshade Line back up. Since then he has only found about 14 of us from his line. He uses us, makes us hurt people, innocent humans for his twisted satisfaction and petty revenge." Aisha said softly, crying at the memories of the pain caused.

She had been mapping every systemic vulnerability, every unauthorized offshore rebate, and every structural flaw in my family's empire until she possessed the precise data required to execute our total reallocation. "Hey! Watch where you are stepping, rich boy!" an older inmate carrying a rusted iron shovel scoffed, spitting onto the red dirt as I stumbled across the threshold of the wash cages. "You think you're the first non-lineage asset to get dumped into the northern sector by the Hartley trust?" "I am not a non-lineage asset," I whispered, my voice cracking into a dry wheeze as I collapsed onto the edge of a narrow iron cot. "My father is Knox Hartley. My name was stamped on the origin

It was the only proof I was still alive. "From this moment forward, you are under the Godfather's direct protection." He gently patted my hand. "This is a private hospital owned by the Family. Without the Godfather's permission, not even a fly can enter." I lay there quietly, my empty gaze fixed on the ceiling. My abdomen was flat. I felt no weight at all. There had once been a life there. Now, there was only emptiness. It felt as though my soul had been taken with it.

He let out a long, weary sigh that sounded like rustling dry leaves. "Your mother didn't build the Apex Core in a vacuum, Agnes," Cyrus said softly, his eyes fixed on the drawings. "Before the High Council rose, before Archon Malakor carved up the sectors, there was a ninth lineage—the Sovereign House of Shadow. They ruled the coastal reaches from the Moonhaven Vault, a subterranean fortress built into the deepest ocean trenches." Rhys’s posture shifted, his broad frame instantly tensing into a combat-ready stance as his Alpha instincts flared. "I've heard the old stories. The Shadow lineage was wiped out during the Night of Red Stars."

“I’m here.” Gerald throws Draven off, blood running down his arm but healing already. “Clone, upgraded, faster healing, you can’t kill me, not without killing the line.” “The line dies with you,” I say. “Then the babies die too,” he says. “Blood law, remember, three Hollow heirs, you, me, Rowan, one has to go for them to live, and it won’t be me.” He lunges for me. Caiden fires. One shot, from the ground, from a soldier’s dropped gun.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

Scarlet had let the cat out of the bag, but of course, she'd take the long route to do it. "She's from the cursed lineage," she said, the dark of her eyes sparkling, even as she handed me a vial of one of her concoctions that had gone wrong. "The last of the Kendall line." The cursed lineage. My mind raced, piecing together the fragments of old stories and half-forgotten legends. The Kendalls were a family of werewolves, cursed never to recognize their mates. They were anomalies, their very existence defying the natural order of our kind.