Hell House Lineage Novels & Stories

There, in her father’s precise handwriting: > “The bloodline must remain unbroken. If she survives the shift, she’ll be stronger than either of us.” Evelyn’s chest tightened. The air felt suddenly heavier like the room itself was pressing in on her. She reread the note three times. “The bloodline.” “The shift.” “Stronger.” . Evelyn had no idea what the shift meant. But it was clear now: her father had been investigating them. All of them. Damian. Her mother. Rhodes. And somehow, her life had been part of the plan.

But the moment Tyler took off his Elder wood, I knew. His sweet Scent wafted through my nostrils, immediately intoxicating me. I feared that another clan head might get to him before I did. I never stopped to analyze his three Scents but now that I did, I realized something was wrong. Tyler had his own unique Scent and the Scent of his bloodline but he didn't have the human Scent. It was rather confusing. A young Vampire might not be able to tell because his bloodline were of humans so having their unique Scent would distract one from the fact that he didn't have the human Scent.

, I shouted at him and continued to speak with a sneer, " The doctors have confessed everything to me. You have faked all those medical reports. Nothing has gone wrong with your body. You just wanted to force your decisions on me. Grandpa, I get the fact that the Mitchells were using me for their benefits. But what about you? Are you really my own blood?" His expression sank quickly, a hurt look crossing across his eyes. He didn't expect me to blame the bloodline that we were carrying. If it wasn't for the blood, I would have finished him long back. I pressed the record button, Cassendra and her father's voice echoed behind the scene. Naturally, the two were discussing how to kill off my son

“All legal. All approved through secondary Council channels before we could stall them.” “Which records,” I asked. “Bloodline registries,” he replied. “Minor Houses. Maternal lines. Nothing obvious… but the dates overlap.” I already knew which ones. “Hale,” I said. Elias nodded once. “She’s narrowing.” “She’s not hunting,” I said. “She’s measuring.” The room went quiet. Mara Hale sat near the far end of the table, posture straight, hands folded. She hadn’t spoken much since dawn. She didn’t need to. Her presence alone shifted the air… not Alpha energy, not dominance… but something older. Watchful.

She frowned, aggressively wiping away specks of dust from the royal portraits in the foyer's hallway. A bitter rage brewed beneath Kaelric's chest, coiling around his heart like a serpent ready to strike. He could hardly tolerate the remarks of his councilmen without unleashing dragon's hell upon his court. But now, an ordinary maid was making such ghastly statements. "Which means Arkenholt's heir is a mixed blood, such an abomination." The young maidservant shook her head. "Speak for yourself, that slave's child is no heir of the king and I will never bow to an impure blood."

"I have to pay for my crimes." He looked at the photo of his son, which he had torn from the DNA report. "I killed my child, Leo." "I killed my only flesh and blood." Leo sighed. "Boss, you were deceived. But the madam was truly desperate back then. She was deeply hurt." "Not deceived. Stupid," Darren's voice was hoarse. "My suspicion and incompetence ruined everything." At midnight, the safe house was surrounded. It wasn't the police. It was assassins from other families, working for the Morettis. Cleaning house.

Reality hit me I don't have any other way to escape now. I slowly stood from the seat and tried walk out from bus. I saw bus was stopped in front of Khurana mansion. once again I am back to hell. I should have sensed this danger before, I should have little more cautious when I already know who is Siddarth Singh Khurana. This man got connections everywhere, his family is influential so for them finding out a small creature like me from this city is not that difficult. Whole Delhi is under their power. Politicians, police, law everything can change for Khuranas.

We went back to the archive, and the shelves seemed to lean in closer around us than they had an hour ago, like they'd been listening the whole time and were only now admitting it. Lena set the pendant on the desk but kept two fingers hooked through the chain, unwilling to let it go completely. "Tell me what it is." "It belonged to a lineage called the First Houses." "Were they wolves?" "Yes." "What happened to them?" "Most disappeared. Some were folded into the packs that exist now, quietly, the way old rivers get folded into new ones. Others went to ground and never came back up." "And my mother?" "She was connected to them." Lena's eyes narrowed — that sharpness she wore like armor. "You

I said in a raspy voice. Greta gave a nod. “Rumors are circulating. mainly whispers. There was just one family that long before the council was established. The First House, the creators of all things. Their lineage was exterminated. Or so the belief was and some think that The Bloody Vultures came out from them.” Julio got up slowly. “So, Abraham Moretti is from that lineage, no wonder he is daring.” I looked up at him. “So what now?” “We wait and then we find who your real father is “

—echoed like a ticking bomb inside my chest. Why turn himself in now? Why after all this time, after everything he’s done? Because he was done being the hunter. He wanted to become the bait. And we were too grief-drunk to realize it. The Chevres. That name has been vibrating like a warning in my skull. Rosetta. Damon. The whole damn bloodline. They’re still out there. Jace pulled the bike to a stop by a cliff that overlooked a black stretch of forest. Stars bled into the open sky. For a second, it felt like we were just...people.