Hitler Bloodline Novels & Stories

Her womb and the seed of the strong Hybrid: son of your son, the crown prince, and of Romeo, the heir of the Vampires. - I'm confused. Why does it have to be like this, and how does the witch have my mate's blood? - Like your mate, she is a direct descendant of Lycaon. Witch, chosen one, royal blood, all connected to each other and so far apart. - No matter what happens, does everything revolve around three families?

Bienley smiled at their sons and stared at Justin. "Can you imagine that Justin? You can have a child with Cullen and Dalton's blood...yours and Zack's blood. The dream I wanted to have is given to you. You will carry Zack's child inside your body...that child will grow inside you until you can bring him/her out of the world. You will watch Zack's child grow and you will hear and feel the heartbeat that would eternally bind you and Zack for a lifetime" Bienley continued to explain.

This time, i didn't wait for him to finish speaking, "If you go find her now, then we are done." My slightly voice was firm and decisive. Although I like him as my mate and am happy to marry him, it doesn't mean that he can ignore our wedding.. Respect for others cannot be subordinated to love or mate bond. "When I return, we can discuss all topics." "No need for that." I gulped and then continued, "I Selena Habsburg, the offspring of the Habsburg lineage of the Shadow pack, hereby reject..." Before I could finish my statement, William glanced at me with an icy eyes.

Harold would then easily be able to destroy the family after that! It was obvious which choice was the smarter one! "Brother, you can't accept it!" Some of the elders and followers started to get anxious when they saw that Melvin was being tempted. Elder Young and Gilbert were the first lines of direct descendants. They were the true line of Youngs. They would always support the Young bloodline! Even if Harold's conditions were very tempting, they would not give in!

‘Two very important questions, I’m thinkin’,’ Maud said. ‘I can’t say what it is these things do, but my research tells me the reason Nazis were fixated with trying to prove their assumed superiority was because they were related in some way to the Atlantians.’ Elmo’s fingertip traced across the markings. ‘Hitler’s Higher Order was nothing more than a bunch of criminal psychopaths,’ Albert said. ‘Their science was a contrived rationale for Hitler’s obsession with exterminating the Jewish people.’ ‘Absolutely,’ Elmo whispered. ‘Heinrich Himmler, Hitler’s second in command, had sent expeditions all over the world to search for the descendants of the Atlantic people in order to prove the Nazis

Professor Olivia turns towards the digital screen and starts drawing something with a digital pen. "The first witch who turned into a shape shifter needed to ensure that progeny of werewolves continued through each generation. As a result she gave birth to five children who carried the werewolf gene. Now known as the five royal werewolf bloodlines. The start of the werewolves." The entire classroom turns at Tessa and me. Great! I wish being a Bloodline legacy felt so good just like it sounded. "You both should know the achievements of your ancestors. The huge battles they won and the way they inspired humans to develop." Professor says in a dreamy tone. Did she date one? Eww.

How he survived by consuming blood of lineages. How Valentina drank his blood as a child. How she inherited something worse than immortality- The hunger for control. The thirst for dominance. And the ability to twist human souls into weapons. And worst of all… Her obsession with the progenitor line. Vlad’s descendants. My fingers froze on a paragraph: “A child born of Vlad’s last surviving blood will wield power enough to free me from this curse.” Vlad. Vlad the Impaler. The original. The true father of the Vampyre bloodline.

She whispered quietly. Because that name carried history. The Matriarch looked away painfully ashamed. "He wasn't always our enemy." Her mother looked guilty. "He was family." Cinthye froze. "What?" The older woman nodded slowly. Then looked directly into her eyes and delivered the next bombshell. "The Volkov bloodline and the Cator bloodline separated generations ago." Then she spoke again. "Sergei is your uncle." Not even Romnick which was saying something. The room seemed to tilt. Her uncle, the man responsible for countless attacks. The man threatening everything.

"It comes from the convergence. From the mixing of what those several bloodlines carried." Paz is very still. "Which means the founding profile isn't exclusive to the Castillo line," she says slowly. "No," Sister Benedetta says. "It can appear anywhere the original contributing bloodlines have descendants. Which is," she pauses, "considerably more places than anyone has been looking." I look at the document. At the 1347 record. "How many original bloodlines?" I say. "Seven," she says. Seven. The number sits in the room. Thalia makes a sound.

Until now. His eyes opened. Slowly. A smile spread across his face. Not because of the girl's name. Not because of who she was. Because of what she carried. The blood. The old blood. Enough remained that he could feel it. Taste it. Recognize it. The Cantari line. A family that had disappeared before the final war. A bloodline he had never managed to track even in the height of his power. For generations they had hidden. And somehow they had survived.