Hitler Bloodline Novels & Stories

I trusted that she would not share this information. “My father's bloodline isn't exactly an honorable one," I started. "What do you mean?" she asked, confused. "Well...my father learned that Antionette's mother is the great, great, grandchild of King Athelstan's mistress, Donyale. When Antionette's mother, Beatrice, approached him with the proposition to marry us off when he became king, he threatened to expose her bloodline after learning of her lineage from none other than Gertrude. Gertrude was forced to flee after uncovering Beatrice secret her family wished to keep hidden forever," I explained. "Gertrude. Sweet Gertrude," she hummed, remembering her friend.

That is a harsh one for your heir apparent father". Evan said and walked over to the table, a maid pulled the chair for him. He sat down with a brittle smile on his face, knowing his father did think of Andre as his heir apparent to the Hitler's family,after he had mentioned it. "Heir Apparent indeed!,that little bastard"Mr Hitler cursed with a hearty cough. "Here you go honey,take it easy dearest". Mrs Hitler offered him a glass of water. "Thanks honey,"Mr Hitler muttered, and took the glass of water from her. Mrs Hitler and Evans exchanged glances,as if they passed a message to each other, a message of the plan they've previously agreed on. A plan to erase Andre from the Hitler's family he

’ Hadrian looked at the source of the voice. ‘Go ahead, Lord von Asparn.’ Hadrian answered as the young man stood up. ‘Regardless of his allegiance, I believe that Archduke Albert has, indeed, committed a crime against the Crown and the Empire.’ The young man is Duke Richard Vilhelm Albert von Asparn, one of the Hussar commanders that fought with Hadrian during the Battle of Kahlenberg. Vilhelm's mother is the late Emperor Franz' elder sister who married a count and thus, a child of a morganatic marriage.

“You weren’t just reacting—you commanded.” Evelyn exhaled slowly, though her chest still felt tight. “I… I didn’t know I could,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. The power was intoxicating, yes, but terrifying. Every shadow she had directed toward the hunters had been guided by instinct, by survival—and by something more she couldn’t name. “Instinct,” Lucien said, tilting his head. “Yes… but also bloodline. That mark isn’t just a symbol. It’s alive. And it reacts to your will, but it also tests your limits.”

A man with graying hair, strong shoulders, and the kind of heavy presence that made the wolves from earlier make sense. “Dominic Voss,” Calvin said. “Head of Hawthorne House.” He gave a curt nod, eyes never leaving me. Dominic had been one of the wolves. I knew it instinctively. “She’s the one,” he said. “The scan confirms it,” Pamela added quietly. “What scan? What are you all talking about?” I demanded. “What does it say?” Ashleigh glanced at the others, then looked at me with something closer to awe. “Your blood holds a genetic marker we thought extinct. You’re descended from the Aurelian line.”

"Vivienne Cruz is a name we will deal with later. Right now, there is something more dangerous." "More dangerous than a mother trying to kill her child?" I asked. "Yes," Harrison said. He pointed to the gold scroll. "I’ve been tracking the Council’s lineage charts. They’ve been obsessed with your bloodline since before you were born. They didn't purge the Cruz family because of a rebellion. They purged them because of a prophecy." I leaned over the desk. The gold felt cold, radiating a hum that vibrated in my teeth. I traced a line of script that looked like a series of jagged mountain peaks. "I can't read this."

My name is Lucar Vale, Alpha of the SilverClaw Pack the strongest bloodline in the entire Northern Region. Strength wasn’t something I prayed for. It was forced into my bones. My mother died in the Great War killed right in front of me by rogues who wanted our land, our bloodline, our power. I was just sixteen. Her death carved something vicious into me. A hunger to protect. A fury that never fully sleeps. People say an Alpha’s power is tied to emotion.

Lorenzo looked up at me. "Tell him," I urged quietly. Lorenzo looked at Killian steadily. "Jordan's father's bloodline," he disclosed carefully. "The Anchor combination. Your parents documented it as coming from his maternal line. Three generations back." He paused. "But this page documents the paternal line separately." He held Killian's gaze. "Your father's paternal bloodline traces back to the same origin point as this pack's founding line Killian." Killian stared at him. "What does that mean?" he questioned carefully.

"Do you know whose descendant she is? Her ancestor killed seventeen of our kin. Hunter's blood runs in her veins. You keep her, and you betray the whole bloodline." Lucian stood in the center of the hall in that black tailcoat, the silver crest at his collar catching the candlelight. His back was very straight, his voice low but every word clear. "I know who she is. I know what runs in her blood. But she's mine." "Yours?" the Second Elder sneered. "A hunter? A hunter her own family threw at us like garbage? You think you're worthy of the Karstein bloodline?" "Take that back." Lucian's voice dropped, and the temperature in the hall fell several degrees all at once. That was the pressure of hi

He glanced at his father, who smiled, looking pleased as he watched the dying witch. He watched his father's blazing eyes filled with rage as he ordered his soldiers to go into the woods and get more witches to get assassinated. This incident happened five years ago, but the memory laid fresh on his mind—he couldn't forget the furious look on his father's face when the guards reported the escape of the surviving witches. The King's outrage surprised him and brought a feeling of unsettledness in him, which he couldn't assert.