Hitler Bloodline Novels & Stories

She carried wolf blood. Javi’s men had been telling the truth. She shouldn’t exist. Every story, every old record said the bloodline had been eradicated completely—wiped out to the last drop. Lyanna was a descendant of Edemas. Of the Hollander Clan. Holy hell. I pressed a hand to my forehead, fighting off a wave of dizziness. Royal wolves. A lineage so despised, so feared, that every trace of them had been scrubbed from history—written accounts burned, stories forbidden. I looked at Lyanna, and real terror wrapped around me like a vise.

It didn’t even start with our parents. The records went further, decades further, showing people who looked like us, people who had facial similarities to us. This place had entire bloodlines mapped out like blueprints. It showed generations observed and catalogued like subjects, like parts of a project waiting for the right combination, the right era, the right moment. This wasn’t the rise of a villain. This wasn’t random. This was a bloodline strategy. It was something designed long before we ever breathed. A long game that had been waiting for us since before our parents met, way before our grandparents even came into existence.

“Please, tell me more about what you have found, Professor!” “I will. Don’t worry. Keep it on record!” There was a sound of someone who was flipping over the pages of a book. “In my pre-assumption, the second successor was born out of the main bloodline, she could be born from the second or the third bloodline of knights.” Professor Hügel paused. “What does it mean, Professor?” Professor Hügel took a breath. “She probably was the daughter of a refugee who was covering their real identity as a noble family. Too long in making themselves were in undercover, perhaps their descendants got no clues about this identity!”

He pulled her into his arms, his palm sliding down the curve of her waist before grabbing her ass without restraint. Mia's cheeks flushed, but her body only pressed closer in submission, and yet Marco's eyes never once left me. "You're unhappy? You think I didn't care about you these three years? A man out there risks getting shot. Some things aren't within my control. "This time when I came back, the Godfather personally promised to put the docks under my management. I want you to obey my orders and continue being my mistress." I shook my head and said, word by word, "I'm already pregnant. I carry the Godfather's bloodline."

Edmund sat down opposite me, while Ashton remained standing. “There are four royal lines spread throughout Europe. The oldest family is yours. The second family is the Archambeau line, the third family is the Conrad line, and the fourth family is the Anselm line. The St. Claire line ruled in Scotland, and the Archambeau line still rules in France. The Conrad line rules in Germany, and the Anselm line rules in Denmark,” Edmund said. “My insanity comment hasn’t changed,” I said. Edmund regarded me carefully. Royal families? This man was delusional, and he was really convinced that I was this prince he was looking for. I could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all.

I pressed my lips together and breathed through it. "Okay," I said when I trusted my voice again. "Okay. So Cael was my biological father. A hybrid alpha. The hunters have been tracking his bloodline." I looked at Mara directly. "What does that mean? What is it about the bloodline specifically that makes them this desperate?" Mara reached to the shelf behind her and pulled down one of the bound notebooks, setting it on the table between us. She opened it to a page near the middle that had a dense handwriting, diagrams, and a sketch of what looked like a family tree with certain names underlined twice.

Then a grin, revealing those horrid teeth. And Johann Lewis Marenbach—alchemist, sorcerer, astute occultist and mage—shudders in revulsion. He has heard much about the Fuhrer, the knotted rumors: of him being the second Christ, a lover of animals and children; homosexual mass murderer, one quarter Jewish himself; an inbred sadist, a masochist, a black-hearted abomination. They, but a few.

"You are mine, Liana. This bond makes you mine. And I am realizing that everything I thought I knew about you was a carefully constructed lie." My breath caught. "What are you talking about?" "These." He reached behind me, grabbing one of the files. "My father's private records. Sealed files about a project called Sanguis. Do you know what that means in Latin?" I shook my head, not trusting my voice. "Blood." He opened the file, and I saw photographs, a compound, wolves, and children playing in gardens I recognized from my fragmentary dreams. "Twenty years ago, a secret bloodline existed. Hybrids created by witches and wolves, bred to be weapons against Alphas.

Meanwhile, in far-off Sicily. I lay in a bedroom in the Moretti family's ancient castle, my body still weak. Stephan sat by my bed, his face devoid of any expression. "The child didn't make it," his voice was flat, cold. "The level of toxins was too high. His lungs weren't fully developed, and he was born with a heart defect." I closed my eyes, silent tears rolling down my cheeks. My baby, my little prince, had left me just like that. I hadn't even had the chance to clear his name. Even his own father denied his bloodline.

Kael asked, moving closer to read over my shoulder. "My mother. Dr. Ashford documented that my mother was part of something called the Bloodline Purge." I looked up at him. "That woman - Vera, the one who helped us when I fell sick. She told me my mother was a healer too, that I would find out about my roots with time. This must be what she meant." "The Bloodline Purge," Kael said grimly. "I've heard whispers about it. Twenty years ago, several powerful healing families were targeted and eliminated. The official story was that they were practicing dark magic, but many believed it was actually about removing threats to certain political powers."