Hitler Bloodline Novels & Stories

“Like I’m a package.” “Yes.” No sugarcoating it. She didn’t want it softened. “That’s what it says.” Another silence. “And can he — is the bloodline claim actually valid? Under your laws?” "Possibly. If your father was Varen bloodline. But there are conditions that may invalidate it. We’re researching them now.”

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

“And that other part of our family… were they cozy with the Nazis?” Christina gave her a tight smile, the kind a teacher reserves for slow students. “It’s complicated. The head of our family was an outspoken critic of Hitler. He was a close ally of Baron Rainer-Maria von Staufenberg. When the Nazis rose to power, he left Germany for Argentina. But his brother joined the Nazis. He was a member of the Hitler fan club.” “And the title?” Leila prompted. “Oh, the old aristocracy wouldn’t hear of transferring it to him. Too bad, I don’t remember his full name now.”

“Now, where do we start with this? What happens after we get the council here?” Gustav suddenly chuckles, and a dark look crosses his face. “I have news that might just be our turning point in all of this,” he says, grinning. “Did you know that Kazimir and Eirisse killed their entire Pureblood line so only their offspring could take over and lead? Father, mother, siblings - all gone.” “Wouldn’t put it past them,” Aiden says, shrugging. “What does this have to do with the price of pies?”

I traced a finger over the date of birth. The timing lined up. God help me, it lined up too well. My chest tightened. Blood roared in my ears. But then— The father’s name is listed on the certificate: Lucas Knight. Not me. Not even a blank. I clenched my jaw until it ached. “Is this all?” I asked, voice low and sharp. “For now,” Hale said carefully. “I cross-referenced hospital records from that period, but there’s nothing definitive tying him to 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 “

His voice was laced with concern but I was already on the edge The mere mention, or the thought of finding a mate always struck a nerve, reminding me of this curse that haunted me. I already lost one mate because of it, her death was a stain on my soul I could never wash away. The thought of finding another mate was repulsing but my bloodline was at stake and my mother's constant bickering over finding a mate only made matters worse. I never asked to be an unfortunate heir from a cursed lineage. “Let's just focus on the meeting”, I snapped, redressing my well-tailored tuxedo before dragging in a long puff of my Cuban cigar. “How long before we get to Red Keep?”. I glanced at Ryan, my chauffe

“Exiled into human society, where her children were born without the ability to shift, without the ability to be identified. But not without the bloodline.” “He put two ends of the same bloodline together,” I said, and heard my own voice from somewhere far away, the pieces assembling in my chest into something enormous and devastatingly logical all at once. “Your predecessor took the bloodline the Accord tried to erase three generations ago and engineered its return by making sure the two surviving branches found each other.”

A supreme illusory image was slowly released. It was an illusion of playing the zither. The shadow sat cross-legged, and a string of the zither trembled slightly. However, a stream of soaring killing intent turned into a tangible brilliance, as if thousands of arrows had pierced through the heart, condensing in the void space. "The shadow of the Zither God! The Archean Bloodline... Junior Brother! Are you crazy?!" Brother Albert shouted angrily. Amongst the peak masters, there were quite a few people with Archean bloodlines. Ethan Cline's primordial bloodline was the bloodline of the Zither God.