Hell House Lineage Novels & Stories

"You see, Vera is my ex-girlfriend. We had a beautiful past together. However, something happened to her in the Capital this time. She called me, begging for my help. I couldn't just ignore her." " I, Selena Habsburg, from the Habsburg lineage of the Shadow pack, reject you Williams Cobbler as my mate." I let out a low growl, but it wasn't me speaking. It was Meeka, my wolf. Confused, I closed my eyes, which had already transformed into a mesmerizing combination of white fur and blue eyes. I tried to calm Meeka down, never expecting her to reject Williams. Once she settled, I turned to face him, still able to see the shock on his face.

They were the same rhythmic clicks and stops that Lucian had just spoken. "This was found in the deep ice caves where the first shifters were buried," Rona said. "My ancestors called them the Ghost Lineage. They were three-tailed wolves who could command the dead and walk between the worlds. The Council did not hunt them to protect the packs, Killian. They hunted them because they were terrified of the return." She looked at me, her eyes narrowing. "Vespera is not a Dud who got lucky with a silver pulse. She is the first of the return. And the boy’s blood is the key to finishing what the Council started."

"Someone isn't recreating the prototype you lost, Anton. They're resurrecting the original. The one your father feared. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper that was more frightening than any shout. “And they’re not just someone. To have access to this, to know its significance, to have the technical capability to fabricate a new shell for a decades-old core architecture…” He let the sentence hang, the conclusion inevitable, monstrous. “It has to be in one of your bloodlines.” The words fell into the small cabin with the force of a physical blow. Bloodline. It wasn't a corporate coup. It was a perversion of a legacy. It was a ghost from the Rogers family's own secret history, r

he said. "There is a fourth bloodline," Wren said. "Older than guardians, watchers, or collectors. My family called it the founders' line, and Delphine confirmed the name exists, though she would not say where they went to ground." Alaric's silence stretched long enough that I felt Kieran tense beside me, bracing for a reaction none of us could predict. The whole courtyard seemed to hold its breath along with him. "Thank you," Alaric said finally, "for telling me before I had to ask twice."

The instinct to protect what was his. Even from his own blood. Especially from his own blood. --- He tracked the scent to the east wing of the old house. The part no one used. Where the roof leaked and the floorboards remembered footsteps from decades ago. Elias was waiting. Of course he was. Men who left warnings in dead men's handwriting liked to watch them land. "She's dangerous." Elias didn't turn from the window. Below, the town moved through its morning, unaware. "The bloodline."

"Hunt. Kill. Don't question." He looked down at his bound hands. "But you didn't kill me. You had every reason to, you didn't. So I started asking questions." "What kind of questions?" "About your mother." The air in the room changed. I kept my face neutral. Barely. "What about my mother?" "The Council has archives. Centuries of records on ancient bloodlines, who carried them, where they lived, how they died." His voice dropped. "I broke into the restricted section. Found the files on the last Moon Blessed lineage."

Like finding something she had suspected might be there. "Your blood carries an old lineage," she said. "Older than Moonlight Pack. Older than most of the bloodlines still walking. You have healer blood — not ordinary healer blood, but the first kind. The kind that was common before the packs fractured and the old families scattered." She paused. "Someone in your direct line was divine." The room was very quiet.

His response was to crush my fingers underfoot and hiss, "If you hadn't been so greedy for the inheritance, Ethan and the others wouldn't have gone out that night, and they wouldn't have died in that crash! "I've put up with you all this time just to see you pay for what you've done to Ethan and the rest!" In the end, Dad beat me to death. My body was contorted into a terracotta figure, eternally bowing down at the graves of my half-siblings. As I remembered the pain from my last moments in that previous life, I clenched my fists.

Before George could finish, Father snatched up the bowl of broth and hurled it to the floor—bowl, soup, and all. "Shut your mouth!" He shot to his feet, eyes bloodshot like a raging lion—all trace of his earlier tenderness gone. "He is not my flesh and blood! He's the monster who killed Matthew! He's my enemy! I'd eat his flesh and sleep on his hide if I could! Say one more word about him in my presence, and you can pack your things and get the hell out of this house!"

Shock was seen on Jill and Linsey’s face upon hearing Elise. “Elise is the embodiment of the Tree of Life; the two that went with Tabitha and Tabby are two Phonixes, Ling and Huo. The only male here is Gerald Elon, an ancestor of Blake’s reborn who took them into the modern facility. Most of the ladies and children here are from the Phoenix clan, which was fathered by Blake.” Sara explained. Jill looked around, and it was true that only women were going about their everyday routines after the Tribulation had passed. She placed her fingers at the bridge of her nose and shook her head. “What have I gotten myself into?” Jill asked mainly to herself.